Oh, For Grace To Trust Him More!

God loves me. God can do anything. God wants the best for me. These are a few of the beliefs that I hold dear. So why do I have pain? I don’t mean productive pain: pain that tells me to stop catching my toe against that piece of furniture, or to remove my hand from that hot water. No, I mean the constant, relentless, ever-present pain in my head, an all-day every-day headache. It isn’t telling me to change my behavior. It serves no purpose physiologically. It is simply a headache, literally and physically. Am I like Job, buffeted by Satan in a cosmic contest between good and evil? Is this some test I just can’t seem to pass? Am…

The Truth, The Whole Truth, and Nothing But The Truth, So Help Me God

I just observed a lady, as I have so many other ladies, who is trying to hide her age. Her hair is dyed a dull solid black. Her makeup is desperately trying to hide wrinkles, but failing miserably. And do strappy heels really ever look good on 75 year-old feet? If you’re going bald, men, go bald. Rock the look. We can all spot a toupee or a combover from across a room, and it never looks good. People should wear clothes that fit them and fit their shape. Obvious? Evidently not. Just go to the mall and people-watch for 5 minutes, and you’ll see what I mean. I’ve seen plenty of older ladies look really classy with gray hair,…