Last night, while praying with my family, and discussing the Proverbs, my seven-year old daughter reminded me that she wanted to read the Proverbs too! Convicted, I realized this was the second night in a row that she had mentioned it to me, and that I had not included her when I had invited my … Continue reading The Heart of a Child Seeks Wisdom
Tag: childhood
Wisdom says Do Not Mock the Poor
When I was a child I was often made fun of for being too sensitive. When I was eight, I lived in Brindisi, Italy. There were breads and cheeses and fruits at the marketplace. There were beggars too, in extremely great need. I wanted money to give to the beggars, and was told we couldn't … Continue reading Wisdom says Do Not Mock the Poor
The True Sacrifice of Lent and how you can take part
Little hearts during Lent When I was growing up, there were only two main religions on the Air Force Base. You were either Protestant or Catholic; there was nothing in between. I wished to be Catholic, because I liked that the children took communion wafers. No one realized that I already knew and loved Jesus, … Continue reading The True Sacrifice of Lent and how you can take part
Narcissistic Abuse? There’s Hope!
Have you been abused by a narcissist? You're not alone! Really! If you would like some links about narcissism, please message me, and I'll send you some helpful information which relates to your specific situation. Narcissistic people all act the same way, and do the same things. This is because they are all pretending to … Continue reading Narcissistic Abuse? There’s Hope!
Past Paths… and Other Things too Painful to Mention
Last night, via Google Earth, I "traveled" along several paths, remembering how I'd been left alone so many times, since the tender young age of four. I retraced the steps I'd walked in solitude, in both Europe and the U.S. I was shocked at the realization of having wandered so far from home so often. … Continue reading Past Paths… and Other Things too Painful to Mention
Mama has a Sailor Mouth
“The Fourth Grade Cussing Club…” I don’t know how it really started, except that one day on the playground, I suddenly found myself a part of it…and you just had to say bad words to belong. Patti was the ringleader. I didn’t even like her; she was a self-proclaimed atheist. “I don’t believe in God,” … Continue reading Mama has a Sailor Mouth
The Silver Lining 