One of the bazillion reasons I am falling in love with the practice of fixing my eyes on the eternal is because it is full of purpose. FULL of purpose. And aren’t our hearts burning for purpose? Rich and satisfying purpose. Purpose that can be found in pain, in...
Nothing draws you to linger over the eternal with quite such strength and relevance as death. This summer, we lost my Mamaw; which we both grieved and celebrated (a remarkably compatible marriage of opposites). We’re currently playing the waiting game with my Papaw...
Success is a value statement. Often it can even be a factor we consider when we evaluate the humans around us. It reminds me of the Max Lucado book; You are Special. It’s about a bunch of little wooden people called Wemmicks, making judgement calls on all the other...
Last post I stated that lingering on the eternal changes our relationships. I don’t think it’s rocket science to say that people matter. You don’t have to believe in eternal things to value people. But something does change when we perceive people as forever...
I’m enamored with the idea of appreciating eternal things. Eternal. It’s attractive because the word itself is just radiating purpose and depth. It’s powerful because it matters -- and ultimately impacts our incentives. It’s a breath of life to the most mundane...
I went to a Lady Antebellum concert last week with my handsome hubs. Loved it. And I wasn’t the only one. It was impressive. There is just something about looking out into a room with the capacity to hold 15,000 people, and watch the nearly full auditorium become...
The day in history which most pointed to hope was preceded by exactly the opposite in the hours before. Everything so many assumed to come came to a crash on the hill of Golgotha where hope was drained from hearts even as they watched the life drain from the face of...
After opening about 2.5 gifts (out of about 250) last Christmas, Cruz decided he was over it. While the gargantuan pile of goodies wrapped in ribbon and cacooned in Christmas paper all but jumped out at him, he contentedly played with the original squeal inducing...
My Dad performed a funeral last weekend for a beautiful woman in her 70’s who’s life was interrupted by cancer. Sorrowful stuff worthy of grief… but it was another tragic interruption from 10 years earlier that shook him. After 40 years of marriage her husband had...
The thing that cracks me up about the New Year is that we often make these goals that just lend themselves to scrutiny. Pretty lofty ones sometimes. And we mean it… mostly anyway. I mean, one goal of mine was to improve the timing of my blog posts, but here I am on...