I’ve always wondered what it means to be deserving.  Is one person really more deserving than another?  Does working hard, putting in long hours, earning good grades, and getting a degree, make us more deserving?  When I start to have feelings that I deserve something, I quickly pray to change my thoughts to love, kindness, and compassion.  I don’t allow myself to sit in thoughts of being deserving.  For me, it stirs up trouble. When I think about it, who is not deserving?  How would I be able to judge the life of someone else?  Aren’t we…

When I find myself questioning what to do in a particular situation, I think about what Jesus would say.  Somehow everything seems much simpler when I try to see the situation from his perspective.  As I am contemplating a decision, I ask myself if Jesus would approve of how I am dealing with the situation.  It only takes a few seconds for me to determine if he would approve.  When I start negotiating with myself it is time to develop another plan! When things are difficult at home, I ask myself what Jesus would say about my parenting.  Am I…

For those who follow my journey, you know that I often write about love.  I am not speaking of romantic love, but rather having love for others.  A love for others despite any conflicting views or judgments.  I am always challenging myself to focus more on Jesus.  It is not an easy process for me, distractions are always interfering.  I center my thoughts on being grateful and turn to prayer.  In order to focus on love, I have to let go of frustrations, stress, worry, and anger and move toward forgiveness and compassion.  I am forever reminding myself to be…

When faith is first in your life, the unknown is far less scary.  As you give up control and rely on Jesus clues are given and signs appear that help you find your way and prepare you for what’s to come. I listen and am alert to different clues that arise.  There is a lot of noise that attempts to pull me off track, but when I am drawn to something, I do my best to follow the lead.  I remember having this unusual desire to go buy a book from a bookstore.  Bookstores are not something I frequent…