Living in the Peace Zone
I don’t usually invite worry over for coffee. I’m more of a “blue skies ahead, God’s got this” kind of gal. But every now and then, that pesky Worry Wart sneaks in like it owns the place. It doesn’t knock. It doesn’t ask permission. It just plops itself down, right next to my peace, and…
I no longer have a rocking chair because its usefulness was over, but it meant the world to me at one time. Oh, the joy I experienced in that rocker. I sat and rocked in it and sang sweet love songs to each of my babies and grandbabies. I’d kiss their soft cheeks and take…
A worry wart is someone who tends to spend way too much time on – well…worrying — having anxious thoughts about this and that. That’s most often not me! I don’t let myself go there. But, still, there are people issues, car issues, financial issues, and health issues that creep in our minds that trouble…
It is 5:15 am and I am pedaling with a vengeance on the stationary bike in our fitness center. In front of the bike is a large window that I see the reflection of the large TV screen behind me. The weather is on. My eyes deceive me. I see the temperatures as 59, 69,…
A worry wart is someone who tends to spend way too much time on – well…worrying — having anxious thoughts about this and that. I’m, typically, not like that! I just don’t let myself go there. But, this year, we’ve had plenty to worry about – some really serious things to worry about. I seemed…
I no longer have a rocking chair because its usefulness was over, but it meant the world to me at one time. Oh, the joy I experienced in that rocker. I sat and rocked in it and sang sweet love songs to each of my babies. I’d kiss their soft cheeks and take deep breaths…