Patrick Henry Hughes was born without eyes and with a disabling birth defect. As this year's Disney Spirit Award winner, Hughes attends the University of Louisville and plays the trumpet in their marching band. He's the only two person band member with his dad pushing him in his wheelchair. What he said during a recent Oprah interview is worth Continue Reading
What Matters Most
What matters most to you? Do you do it? Does it involve other people? Are you living out your values everyday? What would your loved ones write about you today if they had to write your obituary?I've been pondering those questions a lot lately. I want to live passionately and fearlessly. None of us know how long we will have on earth. And life Continue Reading
What is wrong with this picture?
My teenager had finals this week. And prior to the tests, I received a flyer inviting parents to buy a care package for them as a fund raiser. Here's part of what it said:"Parents encourage your students as they finish strong!"Two different packages were offered, one for $10 and one for $15. Here's what the $15 Royal Flush Package offered:Dasani Continue Reading
Thoughts from a Pit Dweller
Once again, I'm reading and reading some more. One of my recent reads was Get Out of That Pit by Beth Moore. I read it in two days. It was just what the good Lord ordered. Straight talk. No fluff. Ever had a book or article speak straight to you, right where you're at? This was one of those for me.Moore says there are three signs of pit living.You Continue Reading
Christmas Restlessness
I'm restless. The clock is running out to mail Christmas packages and I just started shopping this week. My kids start Christmas break this weekend. Plus I haven't decided yet if I should send cards or not. There is so much to do and so little time. I feel my stress level rising. Don't you? Yet I long to make Christmas meaningful. I want my kids to Continue Reading
Dry Eyes
It's ironic that I have dry eyes and yet in a moment's notice, I can cry. Where are the tears to moisten my eyes when I need them?Tears. God made them. Jesus knew them intimately. And I love and hate them. Tears of joy--bring 'em on. Tears of sorrow--spare me. Disease, war, and death are part of the journey. No one escapes the scars. But I want a Continue Reading