If I were His girl, I would awaken each day with eagerness. In first light, sleepy-eyed and tousled, I would remember that He loves me and rejoice in that knowledge. If I were His girl, I would yearn to see Him more than anyone else. With anticipation, I would consider time with Him as imperative. I’d be insistent that He …
By Kandy Persall I hate waste. I’m not sure if it stems from a childhood of pinching pennies or adulthood of recycling in Asia. Anyway, if something seems wasteful, it bothers me. The caveat is that what I consider waste is someone else’s need. I feel that buying tickets to a sporting event is an extravagance, but my husband swears …
An ordinary package — taped, addressed, and covered with postal stickers. An ordinary journey — traveling by railcar the 229 miles from New York City to Washington D.C. An ordinary postal worker — delivering the package from his satchel, from which he had delivered so many others. Yes, almost everything about this package was conventional for the USPS — …
Yesterday, we talked about this idea of perfection. It’s hard to know that perfection is expected of us and yet, we haven’t yet attained it, huh? This is basically a problem of focus. As long as the center of our attention remains fixated upon ourselves, then this issue will continue to irritate us. …
