Life is full of unexpected surprises.
That is one fact which canât be ignored. As I have said before everything happens for a reason, but the question that people often forget, including myself, is what is the reason?
There are certain situations that make us realize just how blessed we are to have the blessings we do have.
Whether it be our family, friends, job, health or anything else we consider to be a blessing and make our lives that much more bearable.
As I sat at home to think about what I would be writing about this week I realized there was only one option â time to focus on what Iâm thankful for.
I admit it has been a trying week and I have reached that breaking point several times, but each time there has been something that has pulled me back and reminded me that not everything is as bad as I made it seem.
This song that I was writing, I didnât really like it but it kept ringing in my ear,
âtil the next day, âtil God gave me the second verse and it went like this.
I need to talk with you. I need to tell you, Iâm so in love with you. I need to tell you.
I been singing it all day, writing it, rewriting it, but this verse said something to me.
As I shared this song I thought of how we see prayer as a one way conversation,
thinking that all God wants to do is hear us talk. Revelation is the revealing or disclosing,
The famous Chicago Sun-Times columnist Irv Kupcinet said, âAn optimist is someone who starts a new diet on Thanksgiving Dayâ. I wouldnât necessarily call that person an optimist. I would lean more toward calling them delusional. Within hours of you reading this column, I plan to be indulging in an awesome Thanksgiving meal with my beautiful wife and my precious parents. Even though I know it to be nothing more than wishful thinking I have often said that I believe there must be an additional portion of grace and forgiveness for the sin of gluttony during the holiday season.
Oh the joys of parenthood and all the joy it brings.
Being a single mother, I can honestly and whole-heartedly say my son is the best blessing I have received in my lifetime.
At times he may be rambunctious and makes me feel as if I am a 50-year-old mother instead of a 25-year-old mother, but nonetheless he keeps me going.
His joyous, youthful spirit always shows up at just the right time a smile is needed. The warm, tender hugs and kisses always make the worries of the day fade away.
With a little more than a year until the 2012 presidential election, the field of candidates is beginning to thin and Americans are able to get a better idea what types of options they will have when they head to the polls.
Unfortunately, all of the current candidates have one thing in common at this point â they suck.
In all fairness, the field of candidates looks much like it has every election year for the past several decades.
You may have missed this, but there was a series of baseball games played recently known by people all over the United States as the âWorld Seriesâ. Having been an avid sports fan all of my life, as well as a player and official, I was tuned in to every game, with Mark, my middle son, and his family alongside my wife and me nightly as we indulged in pizza, snacks, spaghetti, hot chocolate, and even a little Moo-llennium Crunch for good measure.
Thatâs right, itâs that time again when little ghosts, goblins and ghouls will be wandering the streets, asking the all-to-traditional question, Trick or Treat and be holding out their bags and baskets looking for candy to fill them.
Then again, even though âTrick or Treatâ has managed to stay throughout the years, the costumes arenât really what they used to be.
I remember when I was still young enough to trick or treat, my favorite costume was a witch.