Our Upper Hands
Many old and faithful songs are hidden in my heart’s storehouse. I can’t help myself from sharing them. This one was recorded by Anne Murray: “Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the water.Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea.Take a look at yourself and…
I Like to be Right. Who doesn’t? Right?
But I’d also like to think I’m able to admit when I’m wrong. It’s simple to admit the little mistakes, apologize and ask forgiveness. Maybe I accidentally left my phone at home and had to turn around and go back home to get it – making me late for my volunteer job at the family…
Would You Like a Slice of My Humble Pie?
So, if you follow my posts, you probably saw me dressed up in an elf’s costume for the recent ginormous “Happy Birthday, Jesus” Party for the homeless and impoverished at the Dallas Convention Center. That costume was once a Peter Pan costume that I made for my University of Manitoba Halloween office party 25-years ago.…
When Humbling Myself is the Last Thing I Want to Do
I was dealing with a complicated situation that led to my feelings being very hurt. It didn’t seem so trivial that I could just forgive and forget and it didn’t make sense to let them off when they knew what they did was wrong and they didn’t even apologize. I know that it’s up to…
You Are the Potter. I am the Clay.
Last week I spoke about the brilliant and God-inspired artwork of Michelangelo. When I visited St. Peter’s Basilica for the second time in June, I was taken with the “Pieta” the magnificent sculpture of Mary, the Mother of Jesus, holding His body after His death on the cross. What was it or rather, Who was…
Eating Humble Pie a Slice at a Time
Yesterday was a big day for Lexi and I as we were flying to Orlando to meet up with her Mom, Dad and Payton who had been in Charlotte, NC for the weekend. On the way to the airport, we were boasting about being such seasoned travelers – that to fly in an airplane was…