God is My Pilot
Remember the bumper sticker: “God is my co-pilot”? While well-intended, it misses the mark. If we’re in the pilot seat, we’re bound to veer off course. Letting God lead is the only way to navigate life’s journey successfully. Better said is “Jesus, take the wheel!” A Co-Pilot is not in charge! By saying God is…
Lent Means Course Correction
As a Private Pilot, I have extra help with the notion of “I believe I can fly”. We had a single engine Cessna 182 – a sweet ride. We logged many hours flying across this great country. Though I haven’t flown in a while, I remember some crucially important flight requirements that ensured landing where,…
Fair Weather is for Sissies!
Years ago, as a private pilot, I only piloted the airplane if the skies were clear and winds were light. They called me a “fair weather” pilot. I know – sissy-girl attitude, but I preferred easy-going to my destination with a trouble-free landing. That’s why I was partial to being the co-pilot for my “any…
Fair Weather is for Sissies!
Years ago, as a private pilot, I only flew if the skies were clear and winds were light. I was a “fair weather” pilot. I preferred easy-going to my destination with a trouble-free landing. I preferred being the co-pilot for my “any weather” husband who was confident and cautious, in any weather. He loved the…
Making Course Changes
My grandson, Payton, inspired this blog today. We’ve been packing up his family’s home for their move to Rusk, TX. Lots of course changes for this crew. All the birds have left the nest. Alexia, who loves Frisco, her many friends there, and she loves being a barista at a trendy coffee shop (and her…
Help! I Need a Course Correction!
I travel the highways to Austin and Tulsa often and rarely do I need directions. But, when I am on the phone or in Lala Land while driving, I just might take a wrong turn. One time, I took the wrong exit to Dallas coming home from Tulsa and ended up on some backwoods roads.…
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…