Do you feel like cleaning?

The weather had been gorgeous for the past week. After a long winter where the remnants of an ice storm lingered for weeks, spring temperatures had finally arrived, and I could not wait to sit on the porch and enjoy the warmer air. But just as...

Tired of your own thoughts?

The wipers pushed away the raindrops the same way I wiped the tear from my eye. The gray, rainy day mirrored exactly what I felt inside My heart was heavy. I had been replaying a situation over and over in my mind, building a story around it...

What’s in your path?

Under the veil of darkness, a predator walked my path. Hunting, prowling - leaving his mark with every step. A path I walked daily, blissfully unaware of his presence.  This morning, the sunlight revealed his footprints. The size of the prints made me pause and ponder, "What else am...

What are you guarding?

As I turned the corner, a familiar shape swooped down to a patch of green grass nearby. Red-chested, with a dark head and bright beak, the robin’s sharp eyes tracked my every step. Each day, he took up this same position as I walked by. I...

What are you holding onto?

Her tiny hand gripped mine as she gingerly stepped forward. Smiling, she turned and looked at me as this new skill took shape. With growing confidence, her steps became steadier as she ventured further. Eventually, her hand let go of mine as she delighted in...

Are you trusting what sounds good?

Reaching into the sweetener bowl at a coffee shop, I picked up a packet. The slogan on it read, “Always trust in yourself.” I’m not sure why sugar packets are now dispensing pep talks, but I have to disagree with this one. We cannot trust in ourselves. As followers...

What if the story isn’t over?

I could feel the flood of emotions welling up inside of me. Searching the crowded room, I prayed the tears would stay tightly packed behind my eyelids. I had no desire to explain why I was crying to the women I see weekly at my...

What voice is louder?

Looking right at me, she said, “Would you mind speaking at our next meeting?” I inhaled sharply. There was no way she could know about the tongue-tied, sweaty ball of nerves I became when speaking in front of an audience. It hadn’t always been this way. In school,...

No Way to Win the Race

My mind raced as the minutes rolled from night into early morning. Filled with thoughts of what could, should, or I wished would be, my brain blocked my body from its needed slumber. With only four hours of sleep, I began my day knowing that...