During my walk this morning, NPR reported that the most recent terrorist attack in London took less than 90 seconds.  The Sun reported that it took 82 seconds from start to finish.

In less than 90 seconds, 4 people were killed.

In less than 90 seconds, people were recalling their fondest memories of their loved ones instead of talking to them.

In less than 90 seconds, the Khalid Masood would become known throughout the world as a terrorist instead of a son, husband, brother, and father.

Thinking about this made me ask this question:

If I were to die in <90 seconds from now, what would people say about me?

What would people say about you?



I admit it. I’m a nerd. I’m actually listening to the supreme court confirmation hearings. Rest easy, I am not going to blog about the hearing itself or share any of my own political views as I think most relationships work better when political views are kept private.

What I want to talk about is the idea of having to answer for what we have said and done in the past.

Gorsuch has the benefit of being able to go back to read about the decisions he’s made, books that he’s written, and classes he has taught.

But most of us can’t do that, can we?

I don’t know if you’re like me but I find it far easier to remind other people about what they  have said or done in the past than to remember my own words and actions.

I don’t know about you but I can’t remember every conversation I’ve ever had. Usually, it’s friends and family  who tell what me what I’ve  said and, most importantly, how they perceived what I said, along with how it made them feel. I’ve rarely heard anyone say, we need to talk to tell me how I encouraged them in the past....

Whether good or bad, I am living the the life that Hank and I made for ourselves because of the decisions we made.

I’m guessing that you’re not that much different than me. You’ve spoken words you regret and made decisions that cost you greatly. But you know what? None of us are time travelers. We can’t go back in time and erase words that we’ve spoken nor make a different decision.

All we can do is ask for forgiveness, make better decisions, and move forward. And one more thing. We can give more thought to what people hear when we talk than to what we trying to say……

Jesus said, “Moreover, I tell you this: on the Day of Judgment people will have to give account for every careless word they have spoken; by your own words you will be acquitted, and by your own words you will be condemned.” Matthew 12:36-37




Hannah and I were talking today and she asked me some interesting questions…..

Why is it so awkward to to tell another woman that she has a good body? Or great skin? Why is it  awkward to tell another woman that she’s attractive or pretty?

Before we moved on to another topic, she asked….

Why is it so much easier for women to tear down other women than to build them up?

If you’re a woman then you have probably experienced another woman tearing you down, putting you in your place, or sharing their concerns about you. I know I have!

When I was in my late 20’s, I started running and cycling. It was also during that time that I stopped eating meat and focused on eating lots of fruits, veggies and beans and rice. So it was no surprise to me when I started dropping my baby weight.

But it was a big surprise to some of the ladies I knew. I heard people whispering when I came into a room but didn’t know what they were saying until a very good friend pulled me aside to tell me that she was concerned that I had become anorexic. She wanted to know just how much I was eating every day and if I was making myself throw up.

They couldn’t see the miles my running shoes had covered or the hills my bike had climbed. They weren’t with me when I was eating breakfast, lunch or dinner. All they saw was the girl who came to church every Sunday and Wednesday and that girl was losing way to much weight so something must be wrong with me.


Just sharing this memory with you makes me sad! It seems like women treat each other exactly the same way that Satan treated Eve when he suggested that she was lacking something that could only be found in eating.

Ladies, it’s time for us to embrace the awkward and start telling other women what we admire about them.

Let me give you an example of how to do this….

oxygenmagazineliftless-01I was at the gym the other day and I noticed a woman about my age who has an incredible body. You know, like one of those bodies on the cover of Oxygen. I watched her work hard in the gym but I kept my earbuds in and my mouth shut. The next time we were in the gym together, I decided that I was going to say something and I told her that I really admire the body that she has built with diet and exercise.  She said thank you and I thought that was the end of the conversation. But as she was heading out the door, she came back over to where I was and said thank you. She went on to say that she’s used to men hitting on her and the jealous looks she gets from other women in the gym but that this was the first time she felt respect and admiration from another woman.

Her last words to me were….

I like this feeling!

Ladies, let’s stop tearing down others and start building them up! When you see a lady that you admire, tell her! Maybe it’s her parenting skills, the way she does her hair, the clothes she wears, or the body that’s wearing those clothes.

And if you feel awkward complimenting another woman then it’s time to…..


I love you more than….

I love you more than….

It’s a game that I play with my 3 1/2 year old granddaughter. I tell her that I love her more than the beach, my dog Norton, riding my bike, sewing and anything else that I can think of. Usually, she laughs and says “nooooo, bebe” and waits for me to make up another I love you more than statement.

But this time she responded to my I love you more than game with her own….

I love you more than the cow place….

I know that the cow place, also known as  Chick-fil-a, is her absolute favorite place in the world to go for lunch so you can imagine how much this confession of love meant to me.

I want to live a life that worthy of not only her love and respect but also her sister’s. I want to be someone that the girls can trust. As they grow up, I want to be their biggest cheerleader.

And I want to be the older woman they admire. I want the girls to know that I pray for them. I want to be a physical representation of God’s love in both of their lives— you know the never leaving or forsaking kind of love.

I want to be strong and healthy so that I can be there for them if they ever need me. And I don’t want them to ever have to worry about my health and well-being.

These two precious little girls and their mam are big incentives for me to take care of my spirit, soul, and body.

What are your incentives?




I remember the first time I ever heard about Lent.I was about 15 years old and I worked at a Mexican restaurant in Renton, Washington. The owner of the company came back with a black smudge on his head and announced that he was giving up alcohol for the next 40 days. When I asked him why, he said that he was fasting alcohol for lent. (We all felt the pain of that fast…..)

Years later, Bishop Mushegan would encourage us to fast during lent so that we could draw closer to God.

This year I approached Lent with the intent to align body, soul, and spirit to God’s Word through fasting, study, and thinking about what I say before I say it.

I have chosen to give up chicken, beef, and pork along with watching television.

I started a new Bible study and am earnestly giving time and thought to God’s word and how to apply it to my daily life.

And this is the hard part….

I am really thinking about what I say about myself before I say anything at all. I am taking a moment to ask myself if the words I’m about to say about myself are in alignment with what God says about me. I’m also asking that God reveals those things that I’ve said about myself that did not align with his word so that I can repent.

I’m thinking that learning to say what God says about me is another way of learning to love myself. And when I can love myself better, I can love those around me better than ever before.

And maybe, just maybe, loving others well is the best way that I can love God.