Pressing On

I wish had the faith of Abraham. I read about this incredible godly man and think, "Oh to have that faith that obeys on command." I don't. I delay and I ask questions of God first. " Are you sure God?" "Maybe I misunderstood what you are asking me to do"  then come all of the other questions I think I need answers to such as "Why?" "What if this happens or that happens? This just doesn't make sense." God doesn't always give us the reason or details of what He is asking of us. Most of the time it doesn't make sense. But make no mistake, if you are a follower of Jesus, you are part of His great purpose. His purpose is to know Him and follow His lead because He has a plan.  Obedience isn't doing for God to get something in return. It's choosing to follow Him because of what He has already done and the promise of what is yet to come. That is faith in action. That is what Abraham and so many others in the Bib

I was talking with my daughter the other day and she shared an unpleasant experience she and her husband had with a neighbor. They have a sweet six month old puppy and while taking him on a walk they got an ear full from someone they don't even know. Nor does she know them.  They live in a nice neighborhood that also provides doggy stations, bags and bins to pick up after your pet. I know they are good about picking up after him and she was telling me that little Hank just couldn't hold it and went right there in the middle of his walk on the sidewalk. They both looked at each other and realized the doggy station was still a ways up the walk. Her husband said we'll get a bag and grab it on our way back. No sooner was he saying that, a lady came speeding around the corner as if she were the poop police.  She went on for sometime with accusations of their intentions. To drive her point home, she  used loud and colorful language.  They were so stunned they could hardl

Once again, the aging factor has gotten the better of me. I am now making just a few more trips to the Doctors office these days. I have some things going on that most women my age go through. I'll spare you the details. But I have found a doctor here that was encouraging and assured me that she could help with some of my symptoms. She told me to be patient and that it might take some time before I start seeing results and feel better. She also told me that it would take some work on my part. Super.  I'm quick to take pride in how I think I eat well and exercise. But that all depends on what  'Well' means and to whom. Apparently, I don't eat as well as I thought, at least according to my new doctor and my blood work that showed my blood sugars high. Oops. I did not know she would be able to tell how much sugar I consume by looking at my blood work. And did you know that fruit is considered a sugar. When did that even happen? Sheesh!  As the conversation wen

I was taught at a very young age never to quit. I could try new things but I had to stick with it. I had to keep my commitments. I remember very well the powder-puff, flag football I signed up for and hated. Mostly because I was the only girl on the league who had to wear a mouth guard. The month guard was to protect the investment of the dental work I had received because of a diving board, back- flip gone south. I was in elementary school at the time. Kids weren't any more kind to mouth guarding wearing girls, than they are to any other kid who looks different from them; than they are today. So I wanted to quit. My dad said no. I pressed on through the season. Most certainly did not do one iota for the team or win any awards but I did not quit. Nor did I sign up for the next season.  What I learned in that was to never give up. I may not have succeeded in becoming a good football player but by not giving up, it helped form my character. I often think back to that when I want