Sometimes when I think my face is merely at rest, my expression is serious enough that I convey unfriendliness or that I’m upset or even angry. This is so annoying. When I told my mother that a coworker had informed me of this trait, she revealed that she’d had the same problem in her workplace….
We all get discouraged. Yesterday I got discouraged at least three times before three o’clock. I didn’t know I was feeling low until a friend called and asked, “How are you?” “Discouraged,” I said, without skipping a beat. Some friends can take an honest answer. A true friend always can. (Thanks, Andree.) I felt better…
The ophthalmologist’s assistant had performed all the preliminary procedures and tests—the drops in my eyes, the “put your chin here” in front of that mammoth whatever-it-is machine, the instrument on my numb eyeballs, and probably some other procedures I have since gratefully forgotten. But she hadn’t hinted at the coming shock. My doctor casually walked…
For the summer the devotional team members at The Glorious Table are taking a much-deserved break from the regularly scheduled Milk & Honey devotions on Saturdays. This season is one of extraordinary busyness, beautiful weather, wild family vacations, and, in general, everything simply being different than the rest of the year. So instead of the usual post to read…
For the summer the devotional team members at The Glorious Table are taking a much-deserved break from the regularly scheduled Milk & Honey devotions on Saturdays. This season is one of extraordinary busyness, beautiful weather, wild family vacations, and, in general, everything simply being different than the rest of the year. So instead of the usual post to read…
When my mom told us kids to do something, she would immediately follow up with this question: “Do you understand me?” I pitied the foolish child who would ever dare to answer her question with a no. But Mom knew it wasn’t enough for her to just communicate. She had to be sure we understood….