I love the word worthy. To me, it epitomizes all that we are as childless not by choice, women. And men. For many years, I felt unworthy. I felt less than. Many times during the years when I still held out hope, I would ask God why I was here if I could not have the children I so wanted.
I’m working on my next book, my 365-day devotional; and every day I remind myself how easy I thought the process would be. I thought it would be different than writing a book, for some strange reason. But it is not. I have decided to stick to my self-imposed schedule, but I have also decided, as is always the case,
Life is about choices. We choose to take risks or we choose to live under the radar. There is no middle ground, no straddling the fence. We either risk applying for that promotion, or we sit in the same seat year after year. We either risk asking that person on a date, or we wonder ‘what if?’ We either write
I have been planning my strategy for quite some time now. What do I say? How much do I say, when? Then, in November I made the life-changing decision to quit my job. I had never done anything like that before. I have been laid off after 11 years of service, and I have been fired…once, after two and half
Intention. It seems like an innocuous word filled with hope doesn’t it? Honestly, it’s a word that gets on my nerves because it is usually preceded by some task that was supposed to be completed but was not. Usually the task or event was not done because something else got in the way. ‘I intended to wash the dishes, but