The Story of the Washer and Dryer
It started a few weeks ago when I noticed that our washing machine wasn’t draining all of the water out and the clothes were dripping wet after the cycle ran.
It started a few weeks ago when I noticed that our washing machine wasn’t draining all of the water out and the clothes were dripping wet after the cycle ran.
Last week after spending several days hiding away in deep thought and writing, I was glad to be home to my simple, sweet life and beautiful family.
OK, it’s official. I am so done with my husband being gone. I already knew he was the solid one in the relationship, but after a week without him I am more sure than ever that he is the glue and I am all of the broken pieces.
I sometimes hesitate to answer when someone asks me for advice because of all of my own failures.
It’s a trap…..the idea that only perfect people can offer advice.
Last week was a BIG week for me! James and I, for the first time since having kids over 25 years ago, went away for the week. Just the 2 of us. It was a second honeymoon and where did we go?
This weekend, in addition to painting, we hung a new cabinet and new microwave. It sounds great until you have to figure out how you are going to add trim to all of it that will hide the flaws and make it look like the rest of the old kitchen.
Last November our family took a dream trip to Disneyworld. It was just as magical as they say…except for the part where James and I had to keep up with 9 young people with varied levels of energy and interest.
I’ve been working, working, getting ready for the Summit, which means a lot of time spent reading the Bible as I prepare for a couple of sessions I am teaching. And a lot more time praying.
I have shared this with many groups when I speak and I always get a food of emails afterward asking me questions about how it works. I go into some of it in the video and in this older post, but I want to answer a few more questions.
I get hundreds of emails and messages from women who are struggling with depression and feeling hopeless. I wish I could have each of you over for an iced tea with Sonic ice and some real fellowship.