Life Lessons
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What’s your Language?
“Mom, I don’t know what to do anymore!” my high school daughter cried as she plopped on my bed. “What is it now?” I knew she was talking about her friend. “I’ve been trying to be positive and not complain about everything but it’s impossible with her,” she vented. “ She’s very negative about everything and criticizes everyone!” “Have you tried to talk to her about it?” I asked. “Yes, but she gets mad at me. She’s always in a bad mood. Maybe that’s why she gets so many headaches,” she concluded. We decided to pray for her friend every morning on our way to school. The Bible says that…
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HELP
“Grandma, why did you do that?” Embarrassment sent heat to my face and punched me in the pit of my stomach. “What?” she responded. “I just wanted to look at the baby.” “You can’t just stop a stranger in a store to look at her baby and then tell her that her baby looks interesting!” I tried to reason with her. “Well, I was just being honest,” she declared “You know newborns are ugly and I didn’t want to be rude!” “But grandma, you need to be careful with what you say,” I pleaded. “Remember yesterday?” “How was I supposed to know that the gentleman at the restaurant was having…
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What does Love look like Today?
“Welcome home mom!” my children chanted as I walked into the house, aided by my husband and sister. Pain inside and outside my body debilitated me and made breathing hard. The days following my heart surgery were indescribably tough. However, something happened when I walked through the front door. I found myself in a flower shop, lined with bouquets of red and white roses, yellow and pink daisies, white lilies, red tulips and a pink orchid. “Get well soon” balloons hovered over us as caring visitors. A shower of love and gratitude invaded my body in a way I never expected. Several years ago, I heard missionary Heidi Baker say,…
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Are You a Back Seat Rider?
“Tell me another story Gigi!” the girls asked with praying hands. One of the things they enjoyed the most was getting tucked into bed by one of their grandmothers and hearing stories about their mom and dad as children. “Your mom always wanted to ride in the front seat,” my mother said as she settled in the sofa. “This was before seat belts or car seats.” The girls covered their open mouths with their little hands. “She urged your granddad to pass all the cars because she wanted to get to our destination quickly. And she never stopped asking “Are we there yet? How much longer?” My youngest one shook…
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The Preservation Project
“Are you ready for your lesson?” my niece said. “The first part of my training would be in restoration and second part has to do with preservation or conservation.” I put my phone on speaker while I grabbed my coffee and sank in my comfy chair. “Once the piece is restored then it’s preserved or protected from future damage. That is referred to as art conservation.” (Britannica.com) We chatted about her future plans and dreams until I ran out of coffee, and she had to go. The conversation ended, but my mind didn’t. To preserve or protect from future damage… Isn’t that what God does when we choose to surrender…
