Advent starts today, Sunday, December 2, 2018!
Oh my stars. A good friend recently asked me to think about my best Christmas memory….
With Thanksgiving over, the Christmas season is here. I don’t know about you, but it’s so incredibly easy to get sucked into the DOING:
Have you ever felt like you could not stop eating a certain food? Or have you ever lost motivation after eating a certain type of meal?
Last week I gave you an inside look into what happens when I consume too much sugar.
It ain’t pretty.
It sounds like such an ugly word, doesn’t it? Yet most of have them. And when something controls us, it more or less takes front row in our life, ruling us.
I don’t know about you, but I don’t want anything ruling me besides God. So the question becomes: how and why does some THING gain the upper hand in our lives?
The other day I was upset with one of my children. This particular child had their own idea about their life and it did not coincide with mine.
So I threw on my sweats and a sweatshirt, grabbed a water bottle and left the house to go on a long bike ride because I was getting angry and I didn’t want to make a bad situation worse.
When I was in about fifth grade, a new girl came to our school. I was asked to help her find her way through those first few days, which I was happy to do.
As a result, she invited me to her house. She had nice parents. But here’s the deal: while I stood in her home, amid all of the kindness extended to me, I had a spiritual crisis: I realized I didn’t really like the girl.
My name is Lori Doerneman. I live in the Wichita Diocese. I have been married to my husband Russ for 30 years and we have eight children.
Four years ago our son Mitchell announced that he wanted to enter the seminary. He was a senior in high school.
My thoughts at that time:
I hope you are doing SUPERBLY WELL TODAY.
Eric and I are knee-deep into about four different projects and we are respecting our need for PEACE and we are NOT pushing ourselves to get today’s podcast recorded, posted and such.
As I made that decision, you know what helped me? Fruit.
Last week a good friend told me that she was in a little bit of a spiritual crisis.
She was raised in a strong home with a strong sense of right and wrong. Being compliant, she obeyed all the rules.
She became a product of her environment; she enjoyed being right about things and that “way” worked for many years. But then she became a mom.
This morning at five a.m. three of my kids were working out hard in the garage. They came in at six a.m. all sweaty. I was in the kitchen making breakfast because that’s what I love to do.
It was so funny because I am 51 years old and my hormones are doing their thing. My eggs (not the ones on the stove!) are getting hard boiled and I am pretty much a hot mess. I found it hilarious to have these three very vibrant teens fill my kitchen with their hormonal selves, on the brink of adulthood and here I am on the backside of that, slowly decaying, adding my sweat to theirs in the kitchen.