I have those transitions lenses. You know, the kind that automatically get dark in sunlight. On one hand I love them, but on the other, they are kind of a pain sometimes.
I find that in the summer, when the sun is very strong, the lenses become very dark. That is great when I am outside, but if I run into the house, a store, or my personal favorite into church, I am concerned for my safety. Why? Well, my glasses are still so dark that I am hindered from seeing clearly. Like I said, the worst is church. When I go to my seat, the lights are low making it impossible to see anything well with my glasses on. Continue reading “What color glasses?”
You know this writing thing is not all that it’s cracked up to be. I sit, I ponder and usually out come words. Then I am stuck. No, it’s not writers block, I just know that I am going to start deleting words. I guess it keeps me humble? So I’m gonna start where I think God wants me to, and delete those other 400 words.
holds up a mirror. And instead of taking a breath and looking full into that mirror, you glance over thinking you know what it shows and just give a nervous giggle. I don’t know when I stopped giggling and started being sad, but it happened at some point.
I was challenged this Easter, but it was done in a very round about manner. It started off as a feeling I got from a couple of comments made in an Easter service. The comments gave the impression that the congregations response was somewhat lacking. They kind of irritated me, but then I started to ponder what was said. I went back to the old advice that I would always give my sons. They would do something wrong, Dad would yell a bit and then I would remind them…..”Don’t listen to how he said it, but what he said”. If there is truth in the words, even if they were said a little harshly, then listen to the truth. 
So I was trolling FaceBook the other day and saw a post that was shared by one of my friends. An author, Lysa TerKeurst, had come across a quote that she said had challenged her. The quote, “who you are speaks so loudly, I can barely hear what you’re saying”, had her thinking about how our actions speak louder than words.
Cheryl Mendoza 