3 Simple Ways to Please God

When I was in college, I was caught up in external, visible displays of my faith. So much so, that I felt it was my calling to “check up” on the people in my circle of influence. I would often greet friends with, “Hi Lisa! How are you today? How was your quiet time?” And if she looked at me funny and said, “Quiet time? I didn’t have one today,”

How Will They Hear WITHOUT Someone Telling Them?

You’re at dinner with some friends. Or maybe you are standing in a long line at the grocery store. Maybe you are sitting next to someone at a football game. You might even be chatting on the couch with a family member. The conversation starts out light. But as time moves on, the topic changes from every-day stuff, to serious, and then you hear something like … I just don’t know if I can do this anymore. It’s too much. Every time I turn on the news I hear about tragedy after tragedy. Will it ever get any better? My kids… Read More ›

I Saw Myself–and Cringed

I saw myself … and cringed. Recently I was at a gathering of parents and a few high school students. The crowd had thinned considerably, and I saw a parent scolding her teen–publicly. I was aware of the situation, and some scolding was probably due. But publicly? Then I caught my breath and realized … I’ve done that very thing–maybe two times. Two times too many. A little while later, I saw another parent instructing her child in a critical life skill. She was kind and gentle. Her teen was wholly engaged, and I could tell–that teen learned stuff. I… Read More ›

He Knows Your Name!

Last week my high-schoolers picked up their yearbooks. Since then, they have been pouring over them–page after page–looking for pictures of themselves and of their friends. For the most part, it’s been a joyous time. But there have been a few disappointments. Their picture was missing, a name was misspelled, or a name was left off altogether. These disappointments are front and center in their conversations right now. Our names are important to us! They are a huge part of who we are. When someone misspells it, it’s almost like they aren’t even referring to us. My name is Dianne. D-i-a-n-n-e. Yes, that’s… Read More ›

Clearing the Cobwebs

I wish I could pinpoint why it’s been so difficult for me to write lately. I feel like my mind is mush. Full of stuff, yet nothing of substance. Some of the non-substance is the list of rooms that need to be dusted. Mine in particular. My name is Dianne. I can’t remember the last time I dusted my room. (Yikes!) I kept hoping one of my kids would want to make a few bucks, and do it for me. I guess they detest this particular chore as much as I do. This weekend, I got to it. We have a lot of furniture,… Read More ›

It’s NOT ok!

When someone I love is experiencing pain or frustration of any kind, my first words to them are usually something like, It’s OK. It’s going to be OK. Well, you know what? When someone is hurting, it’s not OK! A couple of years ago, my MIL had her first major hospitalization. Congestive Heart Failure was her diagnosis. I remember one day with her so clearly. She was extremely frustrated. I sat next to her, holding her hand and stroking her hair, saying what I thought were comforting words. She looked at me with her brows drawn together, and said very… Read More ›

I Soaked off My Acrylic Nails

I soaked off my acrylic nails today. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. They don’t look so great right now. In fact, it will be at least four months before most of them are completely grown out and strong again. I love having lovely nails. But I do not love the time it takes have them maintained. Plus, the refill process has been more painful lately. :/ I have felt increasingly uncomfortable my last several visits to the nail salon. Sitting at the manicure table having my acrylics refilled, I observed the women in the pedicure chairs. Two or three sat… Read More ›