Are you knowledgeable about your teaching?
James 3:1-2, Not many should become teachers, my brothers, knowing that we will receive a stricter judgment, 2 for we all stumble in many ways. If
I am so grateful you have stopped by.
My desire is that what you read on my site will be an encouragement to you and you will find Hope.
This journey we call life is fulfilling and challenging all at the same time. I would like to walk alongside you as we laugh and cry together, discover a newness in the scriptures and Live OUR lives to the fullest.
We all have a very unique journey and my desire is to encourage you to Live YOUR best Life while pursuing a very personal, very real relationship with Christ.
Let’s do this thing called LIFE.
YES! Many times! “My Joy has been stolen and I want it back!”, was given to me in the predawn hours of a drive on I-10 back to Texas from Florida many years ago.
Several of my children and I had been visiting family which ended with much discourse and arguing. To say I was drained and lacked Joy was an understatement.
So on the way home, this message was drafted.
We have many choices in this life on how we live, our attitude, how we handle day to day life and difficult circumstances. I believe this message was given to me so long ago for me to change how I view all things, and to pay that forward by investing in women through blogging, speaking and teaching.
I believe this life is to be lived with gusto and abundantly. We can get bogged down in changing diapers (both for our children and our parents!), shuffling from one activity to the next, schooling, parenting, housekeeping, working, part-time or full time, volunteering, and the list goes on and on. But, there is so much more to life than our day to day if we take time to stop and EnJoy the Journey. My desire is to give encouragement to do just that! EnJoy the Journey.
James 3:1-2, Not many should become teachers, my brothers, knowing that we will receive a stricter judgment, 2 for we all stumble in many ways. If
Even decades later, I continue to be haunted by those hateful words I said as an angry hurt teenager to my Mother. My soul hurts
As I was sitting on the 2nd-floor balcony watching the ocean roll and out, a family walking in the parking lot caught my eye. The