Table 4 One

Think about your favorite season… I, for one, prefer summer because the sun is always shining, the temperature is perfect for ice cream and outdoor activities, and it just seems like people are in better moods!   When I think of seasons, I think of the elements that are present during that time, like snow in the winter, rain in the spring, leaves falling in the fall and sunshine in the summer.   This can also be the same for the relationships in our lives, because most of them go through seasonal changes. It’s very funny how life’s seasons teach us lessons.   Of course, everything happens for a reason and I try my best to look at each situation I’m faced with in life as a lesson to make me a better person.   People come and go in our lives like seasons…they come in, do their job and leave (at least that’s how it works in my life).   I suppose it’s to make us think, analyze, learn and grow as people.   I have learned to enjoy the time I have with people, because I realize that it m

Are you forgiving?   I mean really, truly forgiving?   I know I try to be, but only when it’s granted. It actually takes a lot of strength to be forgiving; to take your feelings out of a situation and forgive the person who has wronged, hurt, angered, or WHATEVERED (yes, I made up a word) you!   I’m pretty sure it all boils down to the bigger situation and if it’s actually worth it.   But, that’s a personal choice. Before you decide to forgive someone, do you come up with grounds for whether or not they should be forgiven or is it a choice you make, regardless of their reasoning?   I, for one, am a pretty good judge of a meaningful apology and that’s usually all it takes.   I mean, we are talking about minor, non-life changing, silly, but still significant situations that can be corrected.   I mean, who are we to judge?   The most unforgiving people usually are in the wrong or in wrong situations themselves.   I wonder why that is? I wonder where I would be in my life if God didn’

As I headed to church one beautiful Sunday morning with my mother by my side, I was optimistic.  This day, there was no struggle to wake up and take care of business, no slight headache lingering from the drinks I had the night before... No reason to make excuses. Prepared to fill-up for the new week, speak happiness into my life and hear my pastor preach... I was ready! I rushed up the pavement, hearing myself take every step, (something about hearing my footsteps makes me feel useful, prepared, strong, womanly) I was eager to get inside.  We sat down and I realized that my pastor, the person I was so eager to hear a word from, WAS NOT preaching.  I tell myself that it's okay, that I came to hear a word not a man and to give the guest a chance! As I preoccupied myself with reading the weekly bulletin, I heard a voice... A female preacher stood up in front of the church and spoke to us in such a beautiful tone... It sounded like she was singing.  I had no choice but to si