When I am overwhelmed with life, I want to spend money on stuff. Yikes.
The JB Phillips Translation of 1 Corinthians 13: If I speak with the eloquence of men and of angels, but have no love, I become no more than blaring brass or crashing cymbal. If I have the gift of foretelling the future and hold in my mind not only all human knowledge but the very secrets of God, and if I also have that absolute faith which can move mountains, but have no love, I amount to nothing at all. If I dispose of all that I possess, yes, even if I give my own body to be burned, but have no love, I achieve precisely nothing. This love of which I speak is slow to lose patience—it looks for a way of being constructive. It is not possessive: it is neither anxious to impress nor does it cherish inflated ideas of its own importance. Love has good manners and does not pursue selfish advantage. It is not touchy. It does not keep account of evil or gloat over the wickedness of other people. On the contrary, it is glad with all good men when truth prevails. Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. It is, in fact, the one thing that still stands when all else has fallen. (v. 1-8)
Especially if your body has a particularity about it (chronic inflammation, in my case), eating intentionally is worth it.
The worse thing I can do is stop praying… stop inviting God into my moment.
If I want to raise courageous, strong daughters, and have genuine connection with them, I must learn to be comfortable with the whole range of human emotions… their discomfort, my discomfort, their slow growth, their honesty, our mistakes.
What doesn’t help me cultivate deeper intimacy with my husband, on all fronts, especially if it seems to hurt that intimacy, has to go.
Solo grocery trips are always made better by an iced coffee.
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