As someone who struggles with weight issues, it’s hard not to feel judged. Here’s what I learned about that from the book of Jonah. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t really about the fish.
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Finishing Well
King Solomon said, “Better is the end of a thing than its beginning.” But finishing is much harder than starting. That’s because in between the start and the finish we inevitably encounter setbacks, and how we deal with them determines whether we will finish well or just walk away in pursuit of yet another beginning.
Join #prayforWaCoMe – A Prayer Movement to Combat Addiction
Author’s note: This post is a departure from my usual subject matter, but it’s important. As someone without personal experience with drug addiction, I’ve struggled with knowing how to help. It’s easy, without firsthand perspective, to say or do things that can make a situation worse instead of better. Finally, I realized that my most powerful […]
Growing Pains
As a kid, I experienced growing pains. As near as I could tell back then, this was my mother’s label for any pain she couldn’t immediately attribute to my clumsy kid mishaps or an (unprovoked, naturally) attack by one of my older brothers. But she was right: we really do have growing pains, and it hurts when our […]
The Great Pumpkin (Bread)
My outstanding military career was hopelessly sidelined before it even began. Because I’m fat, and I can’t run. Nevertheless, I’ve always considered myself a fighter — more champion than advocate — fierce, fearless, tough. But I’m totally not. This week has proved it to me, as if I needed another reminder. Though, I guess I […]
Christmas Past
I spent some time recently reminiscing about our small-town Christmas traditions. “With Nana and Grampa both gone now, that part of our Christmas tradition has faded, replaced with new gatherings as our family has grown and changed. Their old farmhouse, built with my grandfather’s hands, sold recently, and it’s hard to think about Christmas memories […]
About the … Author?
My earliest memories are of grace and pencils. I have been obsessed with writing implements from the age of 2, when I insisted upon carrying a pencil in one arm and a baby doll named Susie Q in the other. My love of writing began almost as early — awkwardly penned Mother’s Day poems and love […]