“Forgive me Jesus, I messed up again”, I think I say this about 10 times a day…and if I’m being honest, I should say it more often. It is said that confession is good for the soul, and I can always feel a lifting of the soul when I admit that I am in need of another dose of grace.
So, what does it mean when we say we need to confess something? We all have some ideas of what it looks like. Continue reading The Confession…
This morning was a morning where I was given the opportunity to share from the heart. Speaking at the Finnish service in our church is something I enjoy…just don’t tell anyone, because…well, I don’t know if I can handle speaking more than a few times a year. (Good thing hubby doesn’t read my blog.) Getting up there is also really hard. I grew up with ministry leaders, in my own family, and in the extended family/friends around me. I know that they are far from perfect. That pedestal is often a precarious perch. Only God’s grace keeps some of them from falling on their face. And some fall, only to find true redemption. Another beautiful process, but a different topic…. Continue reading The Made-Up Mask
I have hit “that age”…finally!! These last 6 months have been a real roller-coaster for me. Being in school full time, leading women’s ministry, and now the the big m-pause! Wow, triple whammy! It helps me explain some of the aggressive behaviour I have been exhibiting in the last little bit. Hahaa!
In sociology class yesterday the prof was talking about aging, and what society says about it. We have that magic number (65), gray hair, wrinkles, and menopause. All indicators of aging…or the way our society looks at it, “getting old”!! The sad thing about it all is that we have, as a society, defined it as a time where we become irrelevant, not worth paying attention to, or not valued. Continue reading Closer To Home…
I left facebook. I am hoping that this self-inflicted ban lasts forever…but only the Lord knows. Many of you won’t understand why, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I was turning into a person who thought of their life as a facebook status update. It wasn’t that I spent hours trolling the walls of people, but I spent too much time thinking of my next status, and what kind of reaction would I get. If I put up a blog, I would be affected by reader stats, and comments. Not good. I was addicted, and I didn’t like myself anymore.
The ‘inner narcissist’ was a beast I had to feed all too often. Continue reading The Social Self
For many of us “eternity” is just the name of a perfume…and not really the concept of a life unending. It’s easier to also focus on the here and now, there is so much going on, and life can be an all-consuming struggle day after day. Who has time to think about life after death? And is there really life after death? Isn’t that something used to “scare people out of hell” and into some form of religious life? Continue reading Eternity
I’m sitting here, at my desk, looking out the window…it’s dismal, grey, rainy…and I know it’s affecting me. Part of me just wants to curl up with a good book, cup of tea, and just escape the gloom, but the “practical part” of me knows I have a paper to write, a fundraiser to get ready for, a house that needs cleaning…etc…it never ends, does it? What to do? Continue reading Making A Difference…?