I stood on the corner of State and Magnolia staring down at the little coin purse in my hands. It still brandished the price tag on its vinyl front. As if emblazoned with a scarlet letter, the handwritten price was plain for all to see - $12. I couldn’t spend $12 on a coin purse I didn’t even like that much! The smell of fresh rain falling on dry cement filled my nose as I listened to the cars rushing by me, their tires made louder by the puddles forming along the curb, as the voice in my head continued its attacks. What’s wrong with you? You’re so irresponsible. Are…
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Fear Had Me Glued To The Toilet
As a young child, I was terrified of the bathroom. Not because it was dirty or stinky, or even that it was dark. I feared it because it harbored a monster. Sitting down on the toilet, I came face to face with our bright red shower curtain - the obvious secret portal to the Red Devil’s house, who was waited to pounce on me as soon as my pants were around my ankles.
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Difficult People Are An Extraordinary Blessing
Difficult people force us to take a hard look at ourselves and those areas where we still need to grow. I’d go as far as to say they are a integral to our emotional and spiritual development. So when we convince ourselves that it’s okay to dismiss them, because they aren’t our kind of people, we miss out on vital life lessons. This is the first entry in a series called, Difficult People: An Unconventional Blessing. Once a month, I'll share ongoing practices that help me maintain a sense of peace with difficult people. My hope is that you’ll find these posts comforting and useful.
