Female in Motion

John 14:6 (KJV)   Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.    In the first century, Christianity was called "The Way." This phrase conjures up all kinds of imagery. Can you see a straight, clearly defined path in the middle of a tangled jungle? I am a Christian. For me, it's more of a lifestyle, than just a label. I strive to live every day in service to the Savior. It's not something I put on and take off, like a jacket. My faith is tightly knit into my soul, my heart, my life. We all wear labels. Whatever you want to be called...Christian, Christ Follower, Religious, Faithful...make sure you are a follower of The Way. Matthew 3:3 (KJV) For this is he that was spoken of by the prophet Esaias, saying, The voice of one crying in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his paths straight. *** Female in Motion Health Update: I did two ten-minute disco aerobic sessions last wee...

Reunited, and it feels so good. Psalm 51:11-12 (KJV)   Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me. Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit. Were you ever separated from your parents as a little kid? I don't remember it ever happening to me as a child, but my little brother would sneak off from my mother in a particular store, because the clerks at the customer service booth would give him candy until Mom came to collect him. What if there was infinite space and darkness between you and your loved one? You are alone and scared, with no hope of salvation. Before we were born, we were one with God in Heaven. While on earth, we are separated from Him. As the psalmist, we yearn to be reunited with God's presence. We must be reconciled to become whole again. There is a hope, and a savior. His name is Jesus. Our soul longs to be with Christ. Call upon His name, and you will be joined once again to the ...

It was early in 2002, and my parents and I attended the funeral of a member of my childhood church. The congregation hosted a family dinner after the service, and my mom volunteered to help serve. I figured I would simply head back home, but Dad asked me to stay and he would take me out to lunch. He held the chair for me. As we entered the restaurant, Dad held the chair out for me. That was unprecedented. He had always held out the chair for my mom, but never me. Since getting married and moving out of my parents' home in 1981, my father and I hadn't spent much time alone. Sure, our family visited often and we shared many meals and holidays together. A one-on-one lunch with Dad was unique. He told me he was proud of me.  As we ate, Dad told me how happy he was that The Hubster and I had started our own business. "I'm really proud of you," he said, "I know what a big challenge that is." I told him about the clients we were working with, and how ...