Push through the ugly… Wow how could four little words resonate so instantly with me? This I know from 56 years of living, 28 years of marriage, 11 siblings, 9 kids, 2 cancers and beyond – any worthy fruit worth having is going to take lots of toil. The more valuable the fruit the more effort and expense of energy and emotion. NEWS FLASH: We KNOW this already. So why do we faint when it…
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Remember the TV show “cheers”? Where everybody knows your name? Here are some lyrics to the theme song to consider: Be glad there’s one place in the world Where everybody knows your name, And they’re always glad you came; You want to go where people know, People are all the same; You want to go where everybody knows your name. Although this post refers to the work I do in ICC, mentoring Christians to lead,…
Leave a CommentI serve a global community where we help students get ready to speak. One way that takes shape is when students speak on public platforms we track. I’m often asked, “Does that count?”. When I reflect on my response to a specific line of thinking in my community that asks the question, I want to answer in a way that can be applied to a broader audience. We all ask in many places in our…
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A poem composed for Bruegel’s Landscape with the Fall of Icarus Blind to Death by Andrew Gunther The ploughman bends to his work, quiet and alone high above the shining sea, close to the view, close to the loam. The fisherman bends to his work, waiting for a catch, while a ship with starched white sails a brisk breeze waits to snatch. The ploughman, fisher, starched-sail ship, bend away the eye from a feathered son,…
Leave a CommentThere are several ways that a potted plant may find its way in my home for temporary viewing pleasure. But left in my hands the destination is always the same … the garbage. I have the habit of often buying a plant and enjoying it at peak flower with the best intentions of later planting it into our backyard garden. My pace and my own distractibility leaves the finish line for this type of project…
Leave a CommentI didn’t think I sounded bossy. In fact, I was pretty tootin sure I was being reasonable and just pointing out something overlooked. Last night at the dinner table as my husband was placing the casserole down, I asked a simple question. “Did you see the pot of rice on the stove?” It was his response that rocked me. “I only have so many hands.” I immediately (a very dangerous speed for me) asked, “Did…
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