One Wee Spark

This is actually something I wrote five years ago, that I tweaked for today as it is still true of my life. It reminds me that I don't have to get stuck. And my life is pretty good really. Sometimes we just need to remind ourselves to count our blessings and remember how good God has already been. If He never changes, and He's already blessed us so memorably, why would He not keep doing so??? __________ As I sit here and ponder the things that are going on in my life, it seems that it is very easy to dwell on the past. I can recount with painful accuracy every single thing I faced as the child of mentally ill parent. I can remember every moment of pain and friction in my first marriage which ultimately failed. I can remember every mean thing kids said to or about me in high school. I can remember all the times in my life I have been faced with pain--emotional or physical--and dwell on them. I can scream out loud until I am blue in the face, "Why me?" But in taking ju...

I think of myself as being a resilient person. I don't crave spontaneity, I prefer the same-old to change, but I can do both relatively well. But there are some things in my life that I still really struggle with, there are things that keep me upside-down and backwards. Often as a child, after being out with friends or running errands, I would return home and get yelled at for changing my plans, lying, or being late. Most of the times, I had not done anything wrong. Occasionally, a plan would change. My senior year of high school, we changed what restaurant we went to eat at after the homecoming dance. My mother went to the restaurant that we didn't go to, and when I arrived home five minutes late I got an hour's worth of yelling plus I was grounded for what seemed like years. Remember, there were no cellphones back in these days. I was in a group, and we did go to a restaurant. From time to time, I would be like any child and be a few minutes late. I would be grilled and b...

There is little to be said about this clip. This is my daughter, performing what we call expressive worship--signing set to music with other movement/dance. I pray that it moves you the way it moved the students in her middle school.