Xed verb (used with object), x-ed or x’d [ekst], x-ing or x’ing [ek-sing] 1. to cross out or mark with or as if with an x (often followed by out): to x out an error. I have been thinking about forgiveness a lot lately. God’s forgiveness. My need for forgiveness. My need of forgiveness from…
I just hate when my Precept Bible study is all about how some guy did the wrong thing and had to pay the consequences for his sin in front of the entire nation. The past two days I looked at Achan in Joshua. He got stoned and burned and everything due to his sin. I hate…
The Accident took place around 11:45 pm just outside of Dumas, TX. The cast and crew of the outdoor musical TEXAS had spent the day at a BBQ celebrating the end of another successful season. Six people loaded into a Ford Taurus to drive the hundred miles back to Canyon, TX. As he pulled onto…
My morning started off emotional. Tears. Lots of tears. Tears that had little to do with grief. Other stuff gets to me more easily now. Then I decided to work on a few things like emails, responding to blog comments, etc. I needed the link to my son’s memorial service for something. And found… It’s…
This powerful post had me in tears this morning. So many little, and huge, things I did wrong as a parent. I wish I could undo so many things. I wish I had been a better mom. But I cannot undo what has been done or unsay what I said. I can admit my part…
Four months after The Accident I wrote the following article. Maybe it will help you today. May I share a story? A few years ago, a woman in our town did something outrageous to our Andrew, who was underage at the time. No details needed. She had been a friend of mine and of my…
I enjoy reading Friday Counseling Issues. This gal is spot on today. ~~~~~~~~~~ Potluck this morning. It’s been a difficult couple of weeks in my office. Heartbreak, anger, confusion, and despair, along with a little joy, humor, and relief. So here are some general observations, probably some that I’ve said before somewhere else: You don’t…
My youngest daughter started writing a blog this past spring. She doesn’t use spell check as often as I would like. But I enjoy reading her thoughts on life as a college gal. In May she wrote about the movie “Big Hero 6” and her anger towards the driver of the car in which her…
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“Why can’t you admit you were wrong?” Maybe because I wasn’t. Just because someone else thinks I was wrong doesn’t mean I was wrong. They see it one way, I saw it another. I made decisions at the time; they have the advantage of hindsight. I may do what I believe right and yet another…
