Are you a rescuer, a Super Hero?
I’m not sure if we’re all born with an urge to rescue, save, rush in, fight the good fight, fight any fight. Maybe all those Super Hero cartoons, movies, comic books, shows on television, even news stories send that message. And I know there are times when the action of one man, one woman saves lives, improves lives, transforms circumstances as in finding shelter for the homeless, health care for the seriously ill, rescue from a fire or drowning. I applaud all that. But there
Are you a thankful person?
Here’s one of my life’s choices. I can either have an attitude of gratitude or an attitude of grouchiness, famous for grumbling. One might lift my heart, the other might pull me toward despair and despondency. One might ease another’s load; one might add to it. I am not sure when or how the Grinch who stole joy snuck into our home. It took me awhile to recognize that our conversations had lost that gentle tone, that the words spoken by me and by my spouse no longer danced. To
Whose Time Is It Anyway?
If I could, I would hoard time. I would hold it tight to my chest, fold it into my closed fist, hide it in my messy office, file it under MINE. And I would raise my voice to those interrupting me when I am writing, reading, thinking, and certainly, praying. I’d holler DO NOT BOTHER ME. I’m busy using my time to do my favored tasks and pleasures, not yours. Truth be told, I do holler that at times. I can be unbelievably rude. And if you think, I am saying I might be more impor
