Imagine you are looking at life through this glass? Wouldn't it be beyond annoying?Well, it is. I know. All I see lately is this broken place in our society. I can't seem to focus on anything but this one wound. So I'm in the middle of processing what to do. I believe God is calling me to step up and speak out for those who can't or won't. And so I Continue Reading
About to Pop
I'm about to pop lately. Something is blowing up inside me and I'm getting more and more frustrated and feeling extra mouthy. The thought of "Tiffany, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" keeps me silent. The ways of this world are unbelievable to me. Yet I shouldn't be surprised, but I am. I can't believe some of Continue Reading
The Sounds of Singing
It's springtime in the Rockies, which means wind, sunshine, rain, snow, longer days, sunshine, and hail. Did I say sunshine? Springtime means green grass, flowering trees, irises and tulips. Springtime means more bird songs. Yes, the birds are in full song these days. I'm loving it. Even my favorite hummingbirds are back! One flew right up to my Continue Reading
No More Sandcastles
When I saw this sandcastle last fall, I wondered who started digging and why they stopped. Did they realize their efforts would soon be fruitless and washed away to sea? Was high tide coming? Did they did distracted? Was it time to go home? What? Seeing this blob of sand makes me think about my life. I’ve wasted years building on sandy ground. Continue Reading
Time to Lighten Up and Laugh
I'm sharing solo this week on Our Hiding Place (online radio) while Barbara is busy preparing for her move. So I've decided to share about a topic that is huge to me.Laughter!I'm sillier than most of you might think. How come you don't know? Because I can't seem to write funny. That's a rare talent in my eyes.This week's show is "Lighten Up and Continue Reading
The Porch of Indecision
I enjoy my porch. It's comfortable, cute and sometimes even clean. But sitting on my porch doesn't help anyone. The banner over my porch sings. . . Indecision.And Indecision is a slow death. Clever in making me feel comfortably numb, but all the while snuffing out my life's breath. Indecision feels easier than decision because decision is active Continue Reading