Do you struggle with choosing the things that matter most in your life? Are you wandering through your wilderness of chaos?
A few weeks ago, I wrote about my struggle with focus as a writer, and I invited others to consider my “40-Day Challenge: Telling the Stories That Matter Most” on the WordServe Water Cooler. Since I struggle with this problem in other areas of my life, I wanted to share my recent WordServe post on my personal blog.
In your busy life, how do you determine which things matter most?
A close examination of our priorities helps a lot. But often in the process of prioritizing, we realize that we’ve neglected some of our greatest concerns—like our health, marriage, children, or faith.
Does unity and reconciliation seem impossible in your family?
My family is separated by distance, and we have often also been divided by some of our differences—interests, opinions, lifestyles, ages, economy, and some pretty serious disagreements.
My mother longed for unity in our family, and she always grieved over our physical separation. Now that my children are grown with families of their own, I understand Mother’s concern. But I also understand the need for my children to find their own paths, which often includes some difficult times of being apart.
With each family member going their own way, I will admit that I’ve often lost hope for unity and reconciliation. And I’ve wondered if I would even recognize when the answer to this particular prayer comes.
What does unity and reconciliation even look like?
I’m looking forward to teaching a storytelling workshop at the Good Shepherd Retirement Center in Little Rock this fall.
||October 14, 2014
||Storytelling Workshop: Good Shepherd Retirement Center
||Telling the Stories That Matter Most
Good Shepherd Retirement Center
Good Shepherd Retirement Center
||2701 Aldersgate Rd.
Little Rock, AR 72205
It all started with my mirror ….
I didn’t like what I saw–gray hair, wrinkles, and an extra chin. I could only see my faults—weaknesses, mistakes, and failures–nothing worthwhile.
But that’s not the worst part. I found myself focusing all the negative things around me, too. And I almost missed it.
Check out Dena Dyer’s blog this week. Why? Because I think you’ll enjoy it. Plus, I want you to read my guest post, “First, Do No Harm: Lessons in Life and Nature.”
MEET DENA DYER!
I met Dena Dyer a few years ago on my way to the CLASS Christian Writers’ Conference. I’m not sure Dena remembers that moment, but I sure do.
My daughter Tara and I sat across the aisle from her on the plane on our flight from Dallas to Albuquerque.
When I realized that Dena had already published a book, I quizzed her about her journey to publication. [Sorry, Dena!]
As I considered all the changes I needed to make awhile back, the word “enough” seemed to keep rolling out of my restless heart and consuming my anxious thoughts.
Where do I begin?
Do I work on one of those book proposals? Do I need to write another blog post? Do I have a speaking event scheduled this month? Do I need to work on my website?
I don’t know where to start! Enough!
At first, I thought this mental confusion might be an emotional reaction to stress. Soon, I realized that I needed a divine revelation.
I needed some white space!
I can’t believe my daughter Tara turned 39 this past week! And I don’t want to be ashamed to admit it.
Why are women so concerned and sensitive about their age?
I remember when I couldn’t wait to turn 18—then 21.
Interested in connecting with other women bloggers in Arkansas this coming weekend?
Arkansas Women Bloggers will hold their Fourth Annual Conference, #AWBU 2014, at the Embassy Suites NWA in Rogers, Arkansas, this weekend, September 5–7, 2014.
Why am I SO excited? I think #AWBU might be one of the best-kept secrets in Arkansas. So, I highly recommend #AWBU 2014!
At times, I get exhausted chasing all of my writing ideas and plans.
So, after examining the lessons I learned rearranging furniture last week, I realized I needed to rearrange a few things in my writing life, too.
Often I’m tempted to panic when I look at my “to do” list.