Photo Credit I opened the card and picked up my pen to scribble a congratulatory sentiment to the bride-to-be. In the days ahead, there will be champagne toasts and presents. Each hour will joyfully brim over with planning and anticipation. Sigh. If only we could perpetually stay in the honeymoon phase with no bills…
Photo Credit Sometimes, life feels like an episode of Mission Impossible. I am sitting at home with my Bible open before me when out of nowhere I receive a charge: Your mission, Lyli, should you decide to accept it… Usually, the mammoth assignment is beyond my capability. I can’t dismantle strongholds or soften hard…
Photo Credit Discussing current events gives me heartburn. We live in turbulent times. We’re facing racial discord, radical terrorism, and a presidential race reminiscent of a Three Stooges episode. In a world of “He who screams loudest wins,” I find myself wishing for a mute button. Thankfully, I know that there is a Voice that…
In case you forgot, I love to read. Stacks of books seem to pile up all over the house — most of them half read. Other women buy shoes; I buy books. I am happy to report that I finally managed to finish reading one book from cover to cover this year, so today,…
Photo Credit “This is quite a wake-up call.” My husband shook his head in disbelief as he adjusted his oxygen mask. He spent eight days in intensive care. You learn to really value every second of your life when you come close to losing it. We have a new found appreciation for sunshine and laughter….
Photo Credit Dorothy had it right: There’s no place like home. In 2012, I spent 10 days in the hospital in May and then seven days in June. When I exited that sterile environment, tears welled up from deep in my gut as I drove toward my house. I missed my bed with the…