Suffering: What Is the Point?

Suffering: What Is the Point?

I’ve never been a fan of Winnie-the-Pooh. Or Tigger. Or Piglet. Tigger was always too spastic. Piglet too nervous. And Pooh, just too pooh. But Eeyore? He was my kind of guy with his tacked-on tail and gloomy outlook, “Why bother? What’s the point? It doesn’t matter anyway.” As a kid, I had a little stuffed Eeyore. He was made of corduroy and filled with sawdust. (An appropriate stuffing for such a gloomy donkey, don’t you think?) He wasn’t...

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Yielding is Wielding

Yielding is Wielding

I’ve been married to my prince charming, Anthony, for six-and-a-half years now. We met seconds before walking down the aisle as bridesmaid and groomsman in the wedding of two friends. It’s a story that we love, I mean LOVE to tell. Probably the reason it resonates so much with both of us is that we admittedly had nothing to do with how we hooked up. He was fresh out of a near-engagement, and I was just starting graduate school. Also, after...

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Blind Sides

Academy Award winner Sandra Bullock turned in masterful performance in the 2009 hit movie, The Blind Side. In the film, Bullock portrays Leign Ann Tuohy, a classy, suburban Tennessee mother who adopts an underprivileged teenager, Michael Oher. As it happens, this teenager exhibits enormous potential on the football field. As Michael becomes a part of the Tuohy family, he learns valuable lessons on life, love, and of course, football. Both his...

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Betrayer or Prayer

If someone point blank asked me, “Have you been faithful to your husband?” I’d nod and exhale, “Yes, miraculously.” I’d probably count off seven years of marriage on my fingers and survey how God changed me. Before I respected God, I harbored the philosophy that if I hadn’t found “Mr. Right,” then why bother staying with one wrong guy at a time? So, I dated like “Little Miss Judas Iscariot.” Potiphar’s wife was a betrayer. Judas was a...

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Seeing God in 2010

When I was four-years-old, my mother woke me up on January first and said, “Happy New Year!” I asked her what she meant and she explained that the old year was over and a new one had begun. The fact that a year had vanished while I slept, horrified me and I burst into tears. Okay, I was a little dramatic as a kid, but to this day, I’m not a big fan of New Year’s Eve. Or the month of January for that matter. It’s gray. It’s cold. Everything...

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Out-Persevere it…

The official letter read, “We regret to inform you . . . [You’ve finally flunked out of our university. You big loser!]” Apparently, staring out library windows, tapping books, and wondering if there is anything else out there, does not pass for actually studying. I’ve always tended toward the art of dreaming over the act of doing, both a gift and a flaw. Such persistent dreaming resulted in one painful parental conversation....

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Dear Abby,

My executive suite nestles inside a stone plaza dripping with gaudy chandeliers, silk rugs, and black and white checkered marble floors. Compared to the concrete jungle I’m used to, finding quaint office space tucked inside a mansion has been a pleasant surprise. I usually like to steal away from insurance and investments the second half of the day to snuggle up with my Bible and pen to write and dream with God. My office space has become...

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