Kind words matter…


This has been an exhausting week in the real estate world. Three closings and more contracts coming in. I’m not complaining – I love my job. But, it is a lot of work and I have been a wee bit tired.

However, today I was reminded that it’s not all about the money (not that I have ever really thought so) because it is really about positive feedback on a job well done and knowing you have done your best.

Today, I received a lovely compliment from a very unexpected source and it thrilled me to the core. It is a vivid reminder that we should compliment people daily and thank them for even the smallest of things. It can make such a huge difference in someone’s life.

I know my day has blossomed into something special and I’m walking on air just from a few kind words.

What a lovely feeling.

Kind words are like honey–sweet to the soul and healthy for the body. Proverbs 16:24

Daughter of the King


And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years, but no one could heal her. She came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak, and immediately her bleeding stopped. “Who touched me?” Jesus asked. When they all denied it, Peter said, “Master, the people are crowding and pressing against you.” But Jesus said, “Someone touched me; I know that power has gone out from me.” Then the woman, seeing that she could not go unnoticed, came trembling and fell at his feet. In the presence of all the people, she told why she had touched him and how she had been instantly healed. Then he said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace.” Luke 8:43-48 (NIV)

I have many “favorite” Bible verses but this one ranks very near to the top and not for the reason you might think.

It is a wonderful story of healing for a faith-filled woman. It’s a great story about never losing hope. It’s a great reminder that God feels our touch as we reach out to Him.

But I love it because it is the only time Jesus calls someone “daughter”. It is a term of endearment and one a father would say to his beloved child. I can not imagine the joy this woman must have felt to not only be healed but to KNOW love. Real unconditional love.

What an amazing turn of events…what an amazing God.

I look forward to the day when the Lord welcomes me home as his beloved daughter. What a day of rejoicing that will be.


Weary – party of one…


I’m conflicted.

As a person who tends to be positive in all things, I find myself with a bleak mindset. I am doubting my decisions and worried about life. For me, it is exhausting and not my typical demeanor. I’m faltering and I don’t like it one little bit. Continuing to pull myself out of this quagmire of emotions is getting tiring.

Then I remember…“Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden“. I know God is calling me to let go. Some things and some people can not be changed by me. I can only change myself and my perception of things. I am so tired of being weary.

I won’t write many somber posts which is why I have been quiet for a while. But I am working on myself and I intend to turn this ship around.

I hope you’ll join me.


O say…

I love to sing the National Anthem. I know it has a crazy melody and if you start too high you are in a ton of trouble…but I love it anyway. It’s such an interesting anthem.

I remember singing the Star Spangled Banner once a month at church. But what I really like, and I wish more people knew about, is the fact that there are four verses with the fourth verse to the National Anthem as my favorite.

 Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Every time we sang that last verse it was emotional because it is so true. So many have fought for our country and sacrificed greatly so that we may celebrate living in the United States of America. What an honor to be an American.

And what an honor to live in one nation, under God.

May it always be so.

Freedom isn’t free…

I always look forward to the fourth of July. I love the fireworks, parades, festivities and flags.

For some reason, this year I have a touch of melancholy. Freedom comes at a price. A great price.

Too many soldiers have paid the ultimate price while we celebrate. I wish it were not so.

At my age, I long for peace and yet I know that peace is simply not easy to accomplish. Hate and war are like fighting fires…you put out one ember and another blaze starts somewhere else.

I love my country. I’m grateful for the sacrifice of so many. But, we need a miracle. We need God.

We need peace.

May God Bless America.

Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. John 15:13