A phone call makes a world of difference.

A phone call can be like a breath of fresh air. As was the case when my friend recently called me to say Happy Mother’s Day.

I met Helen when she lived in Celebration, Florida, where I was working at the time. We connected immediately, no doubt due to the love and presence of Jesus that radiated from every pore in her body, through her twinkling eyes, in her sweet words, and in her welcoming embrace.

Though she moved up north several years ago, but still stay in touch. Our phone calls may not be frequent but when we talk, it’s like no time at all has passed. And our conversation inevitably turns to our shared love for God.

In Saturday’s conversation, Helen made a comment that was profound. After acknowledging how grateful she was for technology and how during quarantine it has enabled her to stay in touch and “see” her family, she said that the purpose of today’s call was to hear my voice. Texting and email are fine, but she needed to hear me.

I completely understood.

Our adult kids quickly adapted to technology. And we older folk have had to embrace it as well because that’s what our families use to communicate. Texting is the name of the game. Phone calls are rare, often only used to convey an emergency situation or something else super important.

Likewise, a handwritten note is a thing of the past, voicemails are sporadic, and emails…do our kids even write emails other than for work?

Helen went on to say it’s not just that texting is the preferred communication choice, but that younger generations share info in short snippets. Poor grammar and spelling errors are excused, and if emotions are involved, no words needed, just toss in an emoji.

While this type of communication is better than not communicating at all, there are some pitfalls. You miss the joy of simply hearing the voice of a loved one. The older we get, the more meaningful it becomes to hear that voice. It seems many of us, by necessity, have adapted to the younger generation’s choice of brief text messages yet they have not returned the favor by adapting to our need to actually hear them tell us things.

Eliminating conversations also means we lose out on the verbal clues that are picked up not from the words spoken but by the emotion behind them, or by things not said, even by the pauses and silence. These clues are absolutely vital and enable a deeper level of understanding as they bypass the spoken or texted words.

In the last five years of my mom’s life, she wanted to talk to me every day. Because it wasn’t something I yet needed (and therefore didn’t understand) I had to make myself call. I also had to change my attitude if she called more than once a day. It didn’t take long to realize speaking with her daily was a gift not only for her, but for me as well. What I wouldn’t give to hear her voice once again.

While I can’t say if I will ever need a daily phone call, I can say that when my ears hear the voices of my loved ones, everything changes. Joy floods in, my mood is lightened, and my heart feels like I’ve received a warm embrace. At that moment, I know that I know I’m loved and cherished.

So, what’s the message and who am I speaking to?

The message to those younger than me is to stay in touch. Texting is good but throw in a phone call every now and then. We may not say it, but we need to hear your voice. We crave it at times. And hearing it changes everything.

And to folks my age…well, the message is the same. We, too, can rely on texting to show we care or are thinking about someone. It’s easy and quick. And perfect for staying in touch with those younger than us. Phone calls take time, and energy. But let’s remember how important they are and make every effort to call more often.

With ever so much love, Mimi

I’m not an idiot, Greg!

We have an unspoken agreement here. I break glass things such as dishes; Greg vacuums up the broken glass.

In one of those crazy everyday happenings, I dropped a glass bowl while drying it with a hand towel. It shattered but thankfully, it stayed pretty much in my small, galley-like kitchen which meant clean-up wouldn’t be a big chore.

Because Greg does all the weekly vacuuming here, it’s natural for him to be on clean-up duty. I let him know I broke the bowl and needed his help. I was in the middle of baking two different items, in my socks, no shoes, as is usual, and needed to continue on. There was no time out while the clean-up happened. That being said, at 65, I know a thing or two about broken glass. You need to be careful so you don’t cut yourself. Therefore, it is imperative to be cautious while wearing socks near the broken glass. It’s really a no-brainer.

My dilemma

…was that I was in the middle of thickening the broth on some homemade creamy chicken soup when this happened. I felt I couldn’t just walk away during the vacuuming. I decided to stick around, turn down the heat, and be nearby should anything else require my immediate attention.

While taking care of that, Greg happened to be using the handheld vacuum to get under the cabinets and it seemed there were still a few obvious pieces of glass on the floor that were in my way. So, I stooped down, picked them up, and tossed them in the trash.

And that opened the gates to things from Greg such as “I’m not done yet. I’ll get it.” While that’s what he said with his mouth, what I heard in his tone was that I was being a complete idiot for picking up the glass by hand when he stood ready to take care of things his own way.

My immediate response at being judged like this (or perceiving I was being judged as incompetent) was to shout (twice I might add), “I’m not an idiot Greg. I’m not an idiot!”

What followed was an eyeroll from him along with a tsk-tsk of being fed up with me and how stupid and foolish I was to not let him finish.

So, in my best kindergarten voice (or grown up angry woman voice) I retorted, “I’m going to write a blog about this.” And that’s just what I’m doing. Boy, do I feel better already.

In hindsight, I see many things that went wrong. (1) I broke a glass bowl. (2) It just happened to be in the middle of a cooking session. (3) I called for Greg’s help rather than do it myself because we’ve fallen into that pattern of him cleaning up my messes. (4) He has his way of doing things which often is different from mine. Not better, not worse. Just different. (5) I needed to attend to my cooking and didn’t clearly convey that. (6) Greg was being protective and didn’t want me to get hurt. (7) Greg didn’t realize how important it was to me to finish my soup. (8) I was offended that Greg thought I would be careless and possibly cut myself while picking up those two pieces. (9) I also felt severely judged that in his eyes he thought my behavior in picking up glass was idiotic. (10). Greg probably thought he could do a better job cleaning up than I could. (11) And that definitely bothered me. (12) I wasn’t seeing his perspective. (12) He certainly wasn’t seeing mine.

Whew, makes me tired thinking about all this.

So, what’s the lesson?

Well…I don’t think it’s a particularly deep one. In hindsight, I’m not even sure we could have avoided the tiff. It all happened so quickly. After all, there was indeed lots of broken glass on the floor right in the middle of my work area. And my work couldn’t easily stop at that point, but neither could the clean-up be put on hold.

What did happen, which was good (for me) was that I calmed myself down by simply putting on paper what I was feeling inside. After my brief two-sentence outburst, I didn’t say anything else until after I cleared my thoughts by starting this post.

I was able to then approach Greg with both a thanks for coming quickly to my request for help and an apology for getting upset during the process. I really don’t think either of us did much wrong. I believe the biggest issue was in our perceptions of what each other was thinking. I perceived Greg thought I was being idiotic and he perceived I was (he admitted so later). But in reality, it was just one of those things that happens with couples who have been together a long time (45 years in our case!).

The horrible thing is that often we want to wallow in being the offended party rather than fixing what went wrong. Even after writing the first draft of this post yesterday, it was difficult to go tell Greg how much I appreciated him. I wanted him to come to me apologizing for his own judgment of me. But when we play that game, where we are more content to remain in our misery rather than have a brief discussion and move on, we really let our spiritual enemy win. And that truly is a lose/lose situation for the couple.

I really hate being in discord with Greg but the reality is life happens, we say things we don’t mean to say (or maybe we do), and then after offense has been taken and hurt experienced, we can make it worse by sometimes refusing to do what will truly make it better…apologize.

My hope…

…that in the future I’ll be even quicker to try to fix things, to apologize, to make things right. Despite loving my man with all of my heart, we will continue to disagree on things. We will continue to get on each other’s nerves. But my hope is that I will be more and more willing to put down my flesh (let go of my offenses) as quickly as possible and restore the peace between us.

At this most wonderful time of year, we may find stress coming into play even more than usual. Let’s be on guard and be aware so that when those offenses arise, we can swiftly forgive without allowing them to fester.

Parting thoughts, from God’s Word.

Control your temper, for anger labels you a fool. (Ecclesiastes 7:9)

A gentle answer deflects anger, but harsh words make tempers flare. (Proverbs 15:1)

Go ahead and be angry. You do well to be angry—but don’t use your anger as fuel for revenge. And don’t stay angry. Don’t go to bed angry. Don’t give the Devil that kind of foothold in your life. (Ephesians 4:26-27, The Message)

Forgive one another as quickly and thoroughly as God in Christ forgave you. (Ephesians 4:31 The Message)


Granny panties to the rescue!

I don’t mean to offend by the picture or my post. Please keep reading. This post is really about our aging bodies and the necessity to adapt some of our daily routines. It is also about how we view others and hopefully encourage them, rather than tear them down.

I’ve actually been thinking of this post for quite some time—namely every morning when I get dressed! While I don’t dwell on some of my changing limitations, I am daily reminded of them when getting ready for the day.

So, what in the world is going on?

For over 63 of my 65 years I’ve been in charge of putting on my own clothes and until the past year or two, it’s never been a big deal. The problem now is that I have some limited flexibility and a few balance issues. Take sox for instance. In the past, I would stand on one leg, lift up the other waist high, put on a sock, then repeat on the other side. Can’t do that anymore. I need to sit to accomplish it.

Same thing holds true with the undies. Every day I continue in my old ways by standing and putting one leg at a time into the opening. Only I find I’m having more and more trouble with it. Most mornings, I kind of fall over because while it’s bad enough to have to balance on one leg and then lift the other, add to it that I need my arms to be several inches longer to get the undies past the foot that gets stuck about a foot off the ground, refusing to go any higher.

Cleverly, I extend the “unders” by using just the tips of my fingers but still inevitably fail, stumble, and finally sit down to accomplish the task, or lean all the way over to the floor to try getting them on in a different way.

PLEASE NOTE: I promise you; I’m always successful even if it takes a few tries. No going commando for this Mimi!

But all throughout my struggle I think to myself “What do women my age do if they attempt to wear thongs? I can’t imagine there being enough material to go through the shenanigans required to get those pesky things on. So, while the younger generations scoffs and laugh at our famous granny panties, I wear them proudly…knowing tough as it was to get them on, they are securely in place and my important parts are firmly (if not completely) covered! (big wink)

Why all this talk about our undies?

Great question. It’s simply to talk about how we change in our elder years. We like to think we’re as young as we feel but the truth is that our bodies betray those feelings. These bodies were not created to last forever here on this earth. They break down, change, and begin to let us down in various activities and in our health.

And while we struggle accepting that, sometimes what hurts is that younger folks really don’t understand it. They can be judgmental and condescending. Younger family members scoff at the granny panties thinking we’re just old-fashioned when as I explained above, they’re just easier to deal with.

Wrinkles and face sags can garner the same reaction when you hear someone younger proudly declare “I’ll never let myself go; I’ll do Botox or get a face lift.”

And there’s not one woman my age or older who isn’t well-aware of cellulite or loose thigh skin when they don a bathing suit on a hot summer day. But just because she is plagued by those things, is she not supposed to enjoy cooling off in the pool or at the beach? And if she actually gets up the courage to take a dip, the last thing she wants to hear are the whispers of some young’un stating emphatically if they ever look like that, they’ll definitely not go out in public in a bathing suit.

It ain’t easy growing old.

I actually love many things about growing old. I like that I don’t have to work at a regular job. I like my completely flexible schedule. If I’m supposed to dust today but don’t want to, I don’t! I no longer wear make-up (personal decision) and am fine with it. I have more tolerance for some things and much less for others. I can have cereal for supper if I want and pizza for breakfast. I get to do lots of jigsaw puzzles and have time to participate in several Bible studies.

But I have to admit, sometimes I find myself lifting the saggy skin around my eyes to see how much better I look. And when I can no longer easily maintain an ideal weight, I can get a little down. (Of course, a little ice cream cheers me right up!) And the lower back ache that plagues when I change position throughout the day is a screaming reminder that I’m definitely in the senior citizen category.

My eyes have been opened!

If I wasn’t aware before, I sure am now…aware of others in my age group. Aware that my small aches don’t begin to compare with friends who have had to have shoulders or knees replaced. I’m aware that I can hop in the car anytime I want to drive somewhere while neighbors are more house bound. I’m aware that each illness or ailment needs an extended recovery time and often someone my age is unable to gain back 100% of what they had (or could do) before. (Sigh)

I’m aware that instead of judgments about something I should do differently to look or feel better are just that…judgments. And I don’t want to hear it. Instead I would like encouragement, people to love on me, and to have others look at me as if I’m still the cat’s meow!

My challenge.

Today, be good to yourself. Don’t be harsh at what you can no longer do but instead find things to be happy about, things you can do and do well. Be careful about jumping to conclusions about others. You never know what goes on behind closed doors or in someone’s mind. And finally, reach out to someone else and encourage them. Do an errand for them, visit over a cup of tea, offer to help with a project, pray for them.

And to any reading this who are younger than me, the above paragraph is especially important. Keep your criticisms and judgments to yourself and just extend love and kindness to me and others in my age group. Your sweet words will mean the world to us!

A few parting thoughts from God’s Word:

Therefore, we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. (2 Corinthians 4:16)

Is not wisdom found among the aged? Does not long life bring understanding? (Job 12:12)

And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions (Joel 2:28)

Stand up in the presence of the aged, show respect for the elderly and revere your God. I am the LORD. (Leviticus 19:32)

Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, my God, till I declare your power to the next generation, your mighty acts to all who are to come. (Psalm 71:18)

They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green. (Psalm 92:14)


Happy New Year

Wow, that went fast!

It’s hard to believe how quickly these last 12 months have gone by. For me, 2018 was a year of both challenges and triumphs. I’m sure it’s been the same with you.

In the past, my wish would be to know the future but then my sweet friend Marilyn would remind me that knowing what’s coming doesn’t always bring delight.

Knowing the future may be great when it looks rosy, but to know some trials are coming your way could be devastating. And yet, for those of us in Christ, we can confidently face those unexpected trials because His grace is completely sufficient to get us through.

Did things catch you off guard last year?

Did you feel ill-prepared to face the challenges that came your way? I dare say many of us can answer yes to those questions.

And while I certainly wish all good times for my loved ones, I know it’s often in the darkest hour that we cling to God and experience His wonderful grace and amazing love, comfort, and peace.

I Rejoice With You

So, if last year found you desperately holding on to God…I rejoice with you because that’s the perfect response to less than perfect circumstances.

And if 2018 was relatively calm, I rejoice with you as well, thanking God for that respite you experienced.

No matter what 2019 has in store for us, we can experience God’s peace, knowing He has everything under control. Nothing will surprise Him, and certainly nothing will catch Him off guard.

 I pray that God, the source of hope, will fill you completely with joy and peace because you trust in him. Then you will overflow with confident hope through the power of the Holy Spirit. (Romans 15:13 NLT)

Happy New Year with Love!


Sweet love shown as we care for others.

Isn’t this the cutest picture? Recently, we had three of our four grands for a sleepover. I came across them combing each other’s hair and it just really tickled me.

We all desire to be loved and cared for.

Looking at the three of them, it would appear Callan had the best deal. He just sat there while Konnor combed his hair. He was totally immersed in being cared for.

Konnor also got to enjoy the sensation of having someone else comb his hair but he had to attend to Callan. Hmm, does that mean his experience was any less satisfying? Or does it mean he was blessed as he was blessing someone else?

And then we have Addie who combed Konnor’s hair without anyone to comb her own. Well, that doesn’t seem fair. Or perhaps she had the best opportunity to give selflessly to someone else.

It’s all about perspective.

I actually think all three shared similar experiences: the enjoyment of being cared for and in caring for others.

Often in life we are in a giving time. You see this as parents are raising children or when you provide care to someone without any expectation of getting something in return.

At other times, as we give or do for others, we are indeed are on the receiving end of a blessing. Perhaps it’s when your teenager acknowledges and appreciates all you do for them. Or as you take care of a neighbor, someone pitches in to help or provides you with a meal for your own family.

And sometimes, we are in a position to just simply receive…receive God’s blessing directly or indirectly through someone else. This may be one of the most difficult positions to find ourselves in because we’re so programmed to give that we often don’t know how to receive a blessing when it comes our way.

Wherever you find yourself today, know that you are blessed. And whatever your hands find to do, do it willingly, with love for others, and with a cheerful heart.

Remember this: The person who plants a little will have a small harvest, but the person who plants a lot will have a big harvest. Each of you should give as you have decided in your heart to give. You should not be sad when you give, and you should not give because you feel forced to give. God loves the person who gives happily. (2 Corinthians 9:6-7)


Father, may we give wholeheartedly to others, fully, completely, and cheerfully.





Sometimes our to-do-list needs to wait.

Today I’m sharing a recent devotional posted on Our Daily Bread.

Because we live in a world that’s super-busy all the time, we can become so inwardly focused on our own to-do list, we may miss God’s gentle interruption asking us to do something on His behalf for someone else.

Read on and see if you can relate.

Scripture to Read

Don’t judge others, and you will not be judged. Don’t accuse others of being guilty, and you will not be accused of being guilty. Forgive, and you will be forgiven. Give, and you will receive. You will be given much. Pressed down, shaken together, and running over, it will spill into your lap. The way you give to others is the way God will give to you. (Luke 6:37-38)

A generous person will prosper; whoever refreshes others will be refreshed. (Proverbs 11:25)

I headed into the post office in a big hurry.

I had a number of things on my to-do list, but as I entered I was frustrated to find a long line backing up all the way to the door. “Hurry up and wait,” I muttered, glancing at my watch.

My hand was still on the door when an elderly stranger approached me. “I can’t get this copier to work,” he said, pointing to the machine behind us. “It took my money and I don’t know what to do.” Immediately I knew what God wanted me to do. I stepped out of line and was able to fix the problem in ten minutes.

The man thanked me and then left. As I turned to get back in line, it was gone. I walked straight to the service counter.

My experience that day reminds me of Jesus’s words:

“Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you” (Luke 6:38).

My wait seemed shorter because God interrupted my hurry. By turning my eyes to others’ needs and helping me give of my time, He gave me a gift. It’s a lesson I hope to remember, next time I look at my watch. —James Banks

Let’s Pray

Heavenly Father, all of the time I have is in Your hands, a gift from You. Please show me how to use it to bring glory and honor to You.

Reminder: Sometimes our to-do list needs to wait.

It’s a “beary” scary story.

Addison’s picture of the bear story.

A guest post from three of my grandkids.

Recently, our son and daughter and their families vacationed near the Great Smoky Mountain National Park. They had a wonderful time doing all sorts of things in the area. Of great fun to both families was enjoying the park: hiking, fishing, exploring.

On this particular day, they had a rather exciting experience I asked them to share with you.

Here’s the story from Konnor (almost 10), Callan (age 7), and Addison (nearly 7)…in their own words.

One day, we were all together. We had enjoyed some fishing, but it was now time to return to the cabin. So, we started the walk back.

We went up the hill where we had come from the river to start back to the car. It was very woodsy so we couldn’t see the car.

Then Mom (Katie) turned around or looked to the side and she saw a bear. She said “There’s a bear, there’s a bear, there’s a bear.”

The rest of us were looking at the river but we turned our heads because Mommy (Katie) was now running. And we all saw it. It was a large black bear very close by!

We all started walking very quickly back towards our cars.

Little person running saying “Bear” and “Run.”

Uncle Chris to the Rescue

Uncle Chris (Katie’s hubby) tried to scare the bear while the rest of us ran. He raised up on his toes and put his hands in the hair. He made growling noises as he tried to look like a big bear himself and hopefully scare the real bear away.

He stayed behind while we ran to our cars. Zoe (nearly 5) was saying “I’m scared; I’m scared.”

By the time we got to the car we were laughing in relief. Turns out other people also saw the bear. Boy did we feel relieved to be safe.

Addie said she wasn’t really scared, just laughing. There was a little feeling of being scared in her tummy but mostly she was laughing.

The moral of the story.

Callan said the moral of the story is never go fishing in the woods if bears are nearby.

Konnor said they were praying to God and saying thank you to Him, too.

The above bear pictures are courtesy of Addison and Callan.

To my grands: thank you for sharing your story with me so I could share it with others. It was so scary for you but you were all so brave. And wow, Uncle Chris, you really came through for the family.

Love you all.


Have the best day ever.

It doesn’t take much to bring a smile.


This image sure does bring a smile to your face.

I came across it in my phone’s photo library. Don’t know if someone sent it to me or if I found it myself. But it immediately made me smile. So, I in turn sent it to two people. And both wrote back right away. One said it was just what she needed. And the other said she had been thinking about me at the same time so she found the timing just perfect.


No effort needed.

After hearing from both these ladies, I began thinking about how something so simple brightened their day. There was no cost involved. Very little effort on my part. But huge payoffs all around. They smiled. And that made me smile.

Let’s spread a little sunshine.

Knowing how easy it is to spread a little sunshine, let’s think about doing it more often. Here are just a few thoughts on how we can bless others.

  • The minute someone comes to mind, be proactive. For me that typically means using Siri to set a reminder for a time when I can actually do something or make a plan.
  • Don’t let anything get in the way. A quick “I’m thinking of you” text or note means as much to a recipient as a gift delivered to the front door.
  • Baked goods hand-delivered or mailed are always appreciated.
  • Pray for that person. Right then. Later, let them know. Praying for others is always so appreciated.
  • Do something tangible. Be specific. Offer to bring a meal, “babysit” a child or their elderly parents while they go out. Offer to clean the bathrooms or do some laundry.
  • Drop off a plant or a single flower.
  • Send a card. It’s rather old-fashioned but who doesn’t like getting fun mail rather than just bills in their mailbox!

The ways to bring a smile are endless. But don’t put it off. Find someone to bless today.

What are your thoughts? How do you bring a smile to someone?



Oh no! Not the scissors.

Aging has some fascinating aspects.

There are the typical face crinkles (wrinkles actually, but the word crinkles sounds a bit gentler), the annoying aches and pains that remind us we’re not as spry as we once were, the occasional brain fog where we tend to look for our glasses, only to discover we’re already wearing them. And a thousand other things that serve as continual reminders that though we’re not old, we are indeed aging.

But this reminder is annoying indeed.

While some reminders are mere annoyances, others seem to mock us. For example, something we all need to do but don’t necessary share with others: clipping our toenails.

Some opt for pedicures. But this frugal gal knows she can pocket $25 and do it herself, so she does. Typically, without any issues.

Of course, it is getting more difficult as each day goes by. Here’s why. I can no longer leave my feet on the ground, bend down with scissors in hand, and actually see what I’m doing. I wear progressive lenses and that very small reading or magnified portion is so small I am unable to get close enough to really see what I’m doing so I can ensure not only a straight cut across the nail but a straight cut without injury to my toe.

The solution?

Sample pedicure position minus the sock.

Glad you asked. As you can see in this picture, I lift my foot to the bathroom counter to get better access with the bright overhead lighting. This worked for years in my Orlando house, but our new house has higher counters so it’s nearly impossible to get the leg up, position the foot in the best light, and hold still long enough to make THE CUT.

This endeavor is quite the balancing act. And most times goes off without a hitch. But then this happens. As it did today. But I didn’t just drop the scissors; I yelled “Oh no!” like dropping them was the worst thing in the world. I guess at the moment it really was. Here I was, leg on the counter, ready to proceed with my own version of a pedi, but the scissors were now w-a-y down there. What to do?

Still the sock…but look down, w-a-y down on the carpet.

I had to detangle, get the foot off the counter, bend to get those pesky scissors, then figure out all over again how to get back into position to finish up.

In reality, dropping the scissors is just a minor annoyance, though at the time it seemed a huge hurdle to overcome, hence the “Oh no!”

Two things come to mind.

First: it really was no big deal. Annoying yes. After all, it’s not easy to “un-pretzel” yourself, bend those aging knees, then get all the way back up on the counter into just the right position to finish what you started.

Second: it is indeed a mocking reminder that I am aging and need to embrace adaptations that make life more manageable, sometimes easier.

Does this mean I’m old? Of course not. But as each year marches on, my body changes. My abilities physically and mentally are different than they used to. And my perspective needs to change as well. Because how I feel about all this will set the barometer for whether I can embrace this new phase I find myself in or whether I will despair and lament what’s been lost.

Some encouragement.

The Bible, my life guide, reminds me of what God has in mind for my aging years:

  • Gray hair is a crown of glory; it is gained by living a godly life. (Proverbs 16:31 NLT)
  • Is not wisdom found among the aged? Does not long life bring understanding? (Job 12:12 NIV)
  • Therefore, we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. (2 Corinthians 4:16)
  • Grandchildren are the crowning glory of the aged. (Proverbs 17:6 NLT)
  • I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions. (Joel 2:28 NIV)

With promises like those above, there is never a reason to lament. I still have much to offer others. I am being renewed every single day. And God is still speaking to and through me. And that’s not the half of it! There’s so much more.

Here’s to each of us finding the “more” in our own lives. The more that God promises. And the more that He takes delight in giving us.