The Sound of His Voice

One hundred eight days… My husband was away at a men’s retreat with our church last weekend.  I miss him when he’s gone.  Twenty one years of marriage, and I still miss him when he’s away.  I was able to speak with him for a few minutes on the phone the other night...

Triumph Awaits

One hundred nine days… About two years ago, I was asked to speak for a child development class at a local college.  It was a favor for a friend taking the class.  She asked me if I could speak about my pregnancies.  (By the way, I’ve had eight.)  Just days before I...

Restrooms and Onion Rings

One hundred ten days… I was at a party in a public place the other day when I accidentally used the men’s restroom.  Even worse, I didn’t notice until a perfect stranger asked me for directions to the bathroom, and I sent her to the men’s room as well.  My friend...

Confessions

One hundred eleven days… I ate ice cream.  I confess, and I’m not sorry… well, at least not until tomorrow morning when the scale decides to be mean to me.  It’s always the scale’s fault, never mine ;).  A few months ago I went through a period of time when I felt...

Fulfill Your Ministry

One hundred twelve days… I ended the first chapter of my book telling you Paul and I had finally claimed victory.  So, what is victory exactly?  What if the prayer you’ve been praying for years is never answered?  Does that mean you are not victorious?  No, it...

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