In the last 48-hours, I have been lazy, spent too much time scrolling on my phone, withheld information from Hubby Rick and thought about things that should have me run right out of town. I have spoken negatively about someone else, told white lies, gossiped and portrayed myself more highly than I ought. I have withheld forgiveness, wanted to draw attention to myself unnecessarily and avoided helping someone that I had the opportunity to assist.   I am not a perfect Christi

When asked what we desire for our loved ones, the most common answer is: “That they are happy.”   This is a good answer. A noble answer. Yet happiness can be overrated. Happiness happens in the moment. It’s positive thoughts that may or may not be long-lasting. Our happiness can be here today and quickly gone tomorrow and is often based on what most recently happened in our life.   Personally, I believe contentment is where the rubber hits the road. Contentment has a long

How many times have you offered to help … and there is crickets?   You’ve offered to help but there’s no follow through. Or the request just seem to fit into what you are interested in.   Well, today, I have a very specific request for you. And I hope a few of you will help out.

Over time, I’ve thought about how I might condense grief into just a few words. This is really quite impossible. There’s just too much with grief. Grief is never a nice linear progression from one stage to the next. Nope, it’s a shift back and forth through a whole bunch of emotions and feelings. Because grief is so unique for each person, doling out hard-and-fast interpretations are risky.   Yet sometimes thinking of something in easy-to-remember terms is so helpful. That’

Recently, I read the most interesting statement. One that has sat with me the rest of the week. Words that I have returned to so many times. The words “listen” and “silent” have the same letters. They are just in a different order.