It’s been about three years since I created a New Year’s resolution. If you’re anything like me, your intentions are great, but you could use a little help with follow through.
Thanks to everyone who has supported my series, The Prisoner of Hope Letters! I always call it a private project gone public.
When I started working on this book project four years ago, I kept thinking about this day. How I'd feel. What I'd say. Now that I am here, I am just speechless.
A month ago I was invited to participate in an exercise challenge called Abs for April.
We never see ourselves. I am reminded of the old saying that when you point at someone there are three fingers pointing right back at you.
I am sick. The doctor says I am suffering from a viral infection in my respiratory system. All I can think of right now are my hands.
This morning, I was thinking about the wonder of Bethlehem.
I am a Christian. I'm not one who is big on labels, but I accept this one with honor.
So many people tell me about their distaste for water. Yet, water is so essential for life and optimal health.
What a great Thanksgiving I had! Great food and fellowship indeed.