You Can’t Postpone the Inevitable Forever

3 . . .  we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 4 perseverance, character; and character, hope. 5 And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.    3 Not only so, but we[c] also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering … Continue reading You Can’t Postpone the Inevitable Forever

Honoring the men in our lives

This Guest Post from Eva should give you some great ideas on how to honor the men in your life.

The Joy Factor

girl-1641215_960_720As Father’s Day approaches, we tend to think of ways to honor our dads, or people in our lives who have been like fathers to us.  But because not all men have had the chance to become fathers, I propose that Father’s Day be a time to honor all men in our lives.

The question is: how can we best honor these men?  Giving flowers or going out for a special meal are great ways to make the women in our lives feel special, but what speaks respect to men?  I decided to ask.

Here are some of the things men said about what makes them feel respected:

  • I’ve always felt ‘listening’ to be very important. Many men feel that if they don’t have ‘a voice’ or ‘influence’ in a matter, then they are not respected.
  • Taking time to express that you understand and value who they are and what they…

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If You Jump, Know Where You’ll Land

I love this analogy. But jumping out of a perfectly good airplane . . . . .

Tip of My Iceberg

It had been on my bucket list for years. I didn’t want to do it alone, so I kept putting it off. Made excuses. Didn’t want to spend the money.

Dear friends gave me a gift certificate for my birthday.

I got to go skydiving.

I have no idea why the idea of jumping from a plane at 15,000 feet was enticing. Almost three miles up with no place to go but down. The money was paid; the date was booked.

I was committed.

John managed to be out of town for the big jump. He’d told our youngest that it was her responsibility to clean up the mess if I splatted. And inform next of kin.

We headed to the coast early Sunday morning. We picked up Heather and the three oldest grands–I told them they could go fishing while they waited, and headed to my rendezvous with a…

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