Female in Motion

Photo courtesy of www.pcog.org. Philippians 4:8 (KJV) Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. I've always had a big imagination. Sometimes, when I'm working on something creative, my thoughts come so quickly, I have trouble sorting them out. My process is to write everything down, then sort out the good from the bad. There are times when I try to sleep, but my thoughts race and jumble together--regrets of the day, old memories, former failures. Earlier in my life, I believed I had no choice but to relive and suffer through. That was a lie from the dark one. The Bible is chock full of ways to handle my thought life. I love the imagery of the quote from 2 Corinthians 10:5 "...taking every thought captive." I don't h

Photo courtesy of the Toronto Star This joke is an old favorite of mine: One day a group of scientists got together and decided that man had come a long way and no longer needed God. So they picked one scientist to go and tell Him that they were done with Him.          The scientist walked up to God and said, "God, we've decided that we no longer need you. We're to the point that we can clone people and do many miraculous things, so why don't you just go on and get lost."          God listened very patiently and kindly to the man. After the scientist was done talking, God said, "Very well, how about this?  Let's say we have a man-making contest."  To which the scientist replied, "Okay, great!"          But God added, "Now, we're going to do this just like I did back in the old days with Adam."          The scientist said, "Sure, no problem," and bent down and grabbed himself a handful of dirt.         

Photo courtesy of HuffPost. 1 Peter 2:9 (KJV) But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light: Both my parents are right-handed, and so are my two older sisters. Mom noticed right away that I used my left hand often. She didn't try to influence me one way or another but simply observed. I was different, and she was okay with that. Then my little brother came along. We did everything together, so when he started using his left hand, Mom thought he might be mimicking me. As a smart mom, she made sure that every opportunity he had to choose a dominant hand was on an even playing field. Our parents made sure we had all the left-handed tools we needed, but we still live in a right-handed world. School was especially hard. Desks were almost always right-sided and don't get me started on spiral notebooks. Household utensils and

Psalm 39:4-5 (KJV) LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am . Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah. I enjoy happy endings. The hero kisses the girl. The best friends ride off into the sunset. The good guys win. When I read a book or see a film that has an unsatisfying conclusion, I hunger to "fix" it, by rewriting it in my head or even on paper. We all have choices, of how we live. Very few of us have a choice of how we die, though. For me, it is more important to fill my days with love and people and my relationship with God. He gives me a daily dose of grace to pour into others His love and understanding. I am humbled and grateful at where He has placed me; this time, these people, this life. Whatever the end is, whenever that might be, I pray for peace and significance...and a satisfy