How To Respond To Travel Stress


“Just as we develop our physical muscles through overcoming opposition – such as lifting weights – we develop our character muscles by overcoming challenges and adversity.”

Stephen Covey, (1932-2012) Author  of The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People

One of my favorite books that I find myself referring to again and again is Stephen Covey’s 7 Habits of Highly Effective People. This book came to mind again on the first full day of our recent trip abroad.

After a two-hour delay at the Atlanta International Terminal, followed by an all night flight to Rome, Italy, paired with a six-hour time change, our first stop was to the Baggage Claim area to collect our many bags. It didn’t take long to discover that Leah’s green Nine West checked bag had been taken by another passenger by accident, while leaving an identical bag behind. Leah and I made our way to the Lost and Found counter to speak with representatives who knew very little English. “Switch!”, “Switch!”, they kept saying loudly to each other as they waved their hands while smiling encouragingly at us. Copying our Celebrity Equinox Cruise Itinerary, they promised to keep making attempts to track Leah’s bag as we left the airport with our driver.

Understandably frustrated, Leah vowed to not allow these circumstances to damper her excitement about our adventure. This made me think of Chuck Swindoll’s famous writing on Attitude:

“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness, or skill. It will make or break a company … a church … a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude … I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me, and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you … we are in charge of our Attitudes.”

More than 50 hours later, when Leah’s suitcase was finally delivered to their cabin on the ship, Jessica suggested we raise our glasses and toast Leah at dinner for staying positive as she awaited the arrival of most of the clothes/shoes she had packed for our trip. WE all agreed wholeheartedly!

Leah shops for undies in Florence, Italy.

During this experience of traveling inconvenience, I thought of a few  good things to remember :

  • Mark all checked suitcases well. While Leah’s was marked with an ID tag, it was still taken by accident. Let’s all double-check all bags before walking away from baggage claim. We couldn’t believe this other party actually left the airport before they realized they had picked up a bag marked with someone else’s name.
  • Things don’t always turn out the way you hope or expect. While this (in the grand scheme of things)turnedoutto be more of an inconvenience than a major obstacle, our attitude and responsereallycanmake a difference in how we walk through the circumstances. If Leah had chosen to have a full-out negative response about this missing bag,thiscould’ve rippled out among our group of six. Instead, Leah made a choice to say, “Oh well, hopefully this will work out soon.” and then move on to the fun of our CruisingAdventurethatwas scheduled to begin that day in Rome, Italy at 5:00 p.m.
    Our Itinerary. Even though Leah wasn’t sure if her suitcase would ever be returned to her, she made an intentional decision to carry on, looking ahead to the amazing adventure that was before us.
  • Even in trying circumstances and especially when there is a language barrier, it is good to remember that ALL PEOPLE SMILE IN THE SAME LANGUAGE. So when we make an intentional choice to smile through our challenges,ourresponsecan be contagious and may lead to more smiles, no matter what language one may speak.
    While it is common to see a black suitcase on the baggage claim turnstile, it is less common to see a black suitcase with a wide hot pink strap around it.
    This green and gold bow tied tightly around a handle serves as an “ID” for a weary transatlantic traveler looking for a bag on the turnstile.
    Thank goodness Leah’s suitcase arrived in time for her to wear Scott’s favorite dress to dinner one night.

    Do you mark your suitcase in some special way

    before you head out for a trip on a plane?

    If not, why not?

    How do you respond when things don’t go as you hoped or planned?

    Have you heard of Swindoll’s writing on Attitude?

    Will reading it impact how you may

    consider your own attitude in the future?

    It has been noted that Swindoll wrote this after he noticed his growing testy, argumentative attitude towards his young children and wife. He knew that if he didn’t give himself an attitude adjustment regarding his four children, he stood the chance of alienating them from himself, later becoming a lonely, bitter, and crotchety old man.

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  • “Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking in anything. Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him.” James 1:2-4; 12

Honesty With The Truest Of Friends


A dear friend of mine, Sara, has been wise to remind me of an important truth for the past three decades of my life: “It is good to share your heart and your deepest desires with a friend, but choose these friends with care and never feel like you must share your heart with everyone.” Only the truest of friends should have the right to hear what your heart has to say.

Having always been an individual who tends to “go deep” with others fairly quickly, I have had to guard against inadvertently going deep with an untrustworthy person. Many years ago, when I was a young mom, as well as a small group Bible Study leader, I roomed with an acquaintance at a leader’s retreat. Assuming we would surely make friends as we shared a room for the weekend, I mistakenly shared with her one of my heart concerns. While I don’t know if she chose to tell anyone else what I shared in trust with her, afterwards, I felt judged and condemned by this weekend roommate. I still recall easily how her response made me feel, and needless to say, she and I never became close friends.

You always pass failure on the way to success. Mickey Rooney, American Actor

I learned that I would likely fail at some friendships before I found success in the many delightful, intimate friendships I enjoy today.

In these close friendships, I believe there must be a certain amount of trust, and yes, even honesty. Being honest is an important step in becoming friends. Two of my precious girlfriends I have known since grade school and I had a chance to “while away a summer day” recently. In swimsuits, comfy chairs, and refreshing Lake Blue Ridge as our view, we three went deep, as we so often do. With gentleness, respect, and honesty, we said “I LOVE YOU” to each other by sharing our observed concerns about an aspect of each of our lives. As one of the three of us quipped, we took turns sitting in the “hot seat.” We all three agreed that cheaper than therapy, friends can definitely be a sounding board for each other. If done with love, honesty and kindness can go hand-in-hand.

Being honest with a friend can be a kind gesture, even though the content of this gesture might not always be flattering. While I won’t discuss the subject of what we three opened up about, I will say that initially, I found myself becoming defensive, until I considered these girls cared about me greatly and have loved me for many decades. IMG_5626Therefore, chances were good that what was being candidly discussed was meant to be for our good and not to hurt us. As I remembered their love for me, this served to also remind me that TRUE friendship consists of friends bravely being truthful with each other. I believe that often we humans are afraid to be completely honest. We therefore sometimes wear masks to hide true feelings of insecurity or neediness. We three girlfriends accepted the comments made to each other and were all grateful for each of us having the courage to express concerns transparently and openly.

We are possessive of our innermost thoughts. We don't want just anyone listening in. Rebecca McClanahan, Author of Write Your Heart Out

In the end, there were our usual big hugs and “I love yous” all around as we jumped in the lake to swim the cove and float. I know I gained something very important from our time together, and I believe they did, too. I will not be able to improve if I don’t know what I am doing wrong. AWARENESS is such a big step towards positive change. We must dare to face the difficult-to-hear messages of well-intended criticism.

Billy Joel: HONESTY

To earn a friend’s trust and respect, let’s intentionally say what we mean and mean what we say.

In addition, let’s hold our true friends (and especially what they choose to bravely share with us)

with BOTH hands, as well as close to our hearts.

How about you?

Is there something you’ve been worrying about that you

could share with a safe and trustworthy friend?

Is there a true friend with whom you may need to have

the courage to speak up honestly about a particular issue?

Is the friendship mutually respectful?

Is the friendship worth it?

Let’s be the kind of friend we would like to meet.

PLANT DEEP ROOTS in a true friendship today. As a believer, my deep-rooted faith allows me to daily moment-by-moment, share deep concerns with my trustworthy, nonjudgmental, loving and merciful God through prayer and meditation on The Word. (See 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18) One way that I do this is by reading a Proverbs of the day which coincides with the day of the month. Today’s meditation sent me to Proverbs 7:2-3…”Keep my commands and you will live; guard my teachings as the apple of your eye. Bind them on your fingers; WRITE THEM ON THE TABLET OF YOUR HEART.” I felt especially close to God this past week as our family toured Europe together. Traveling like this prompts me to be mindful of how small humans are, how small our world is and how massively BIG our God is.

Where In The Sam Hill Am I ?

Did you know that Samhill really exists in Georgia? It has been a real place since Augustine Sams, the founder, purchased this lakefront property, this remarkable place on April 18, 1938. And the rest, as they say, is history.

Did you know? This phrase “Where in the Sam Hill?” first originated in the early 19th century America. It was considered vulgar and improper to use profanity in civilized conversation. This included the word ‘hell’. This expression was the result of altering the word ‘hell’, using ‘hill’ instead to deem it proper use in public. The use of the name ‘Sam’ is believed to have been derived from Samiel, the devil in Carl Maria von Weber’s opera Der Freishuetz, first performed in New York City in 1820. Upon pulling those two words together, listeners were able to quickly realize that the speaker was referring to hell.

I believe you will agree that the Samhill I will be sharing about here is clearly a little piece of heaven…the furthest thing from hell.

My life-long friend, Evelyn, one of Augustine Sams’ grandchildren, grew up going to Samhill every summer with her family. Evelyn and I, along with six other girlfriends first met at Fernbank Elementary and later graduated together from Druid Hills High School, Class of 1976. The eight of us have been fast friends ever since. Occasionally as we grew, we would get to join Ev’s family up on Lake Blue Ridge at Samhill during the summer seasons. In more recent years, our growing families have joined us on our trips to visit with our friends at Samhill.

The history behind this home has always intrigued me.


As the old yellow screen door closes on the 67th Samhill season and we sadly depart for home through the golden leaves of October, I am reminded that our generation, too, has reached its autumn years. The photos in Big Daddy’s first Samhill album have all turned into sepia brown tones, the sure sign of aging. Our hair is no longer the shade it was a few years back, and what is left of it no longer protects us from Samhill’s summer sun. Beneath our feet, darting here and there as we put the final touches on another season’s Close-up, are the always-busy bunch of children from Generation Number Four. They are blowing that internal bugle! But that’s what Samhill is all about. It’s about “letting it all blow out” in God’s great out-of-doors. It’s about growing up together and becoming responsible people, and making great family memories. And all of us learned that at Samhill. Aren’t we blessed to have it? Richard H. and Marion A. Sams October 2006

A wonderful memory for me is waking up in this bed in the loft, window wide open and the birds sings loudly at the start of a new day.
This stairway to the loft is a little tricky to navigate should you have to get up and visit the restroom in the middle of the night. Thank goodness for the steady handrail!

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IMG_3851 IMG_3849Mountainous and majestic Lake Blue Ridge first evolved in 1927. Samhill was purchased as a resale for the price of about $750.00, by Evelyn’s Grandfather in 1938, when Ev’s Daddy was a small five-year old boy. Augustine Sams, was looking for a place “for his boys to spend their summers in the out-of-doors”. Now, I am sure all who know about Samhill would agree that a price tag cannot be placed on this jewel of a place in the North Georgia Mountains.

This must be close to where that first family picnic took place. Later, as Augustine Sams was aging, the bench was placed here and marked as “Big Daddy’s Rest Stop”.

According to Mamo (Ev’s Grandmother), the family headed up to check out this lakefront home that was on the market. Sharing a picnic halfway down the path to the lake where those large black stained white quartz rocks still outcrop in the warm summer sun, this family of six, with four active boys, fell in love with the place and wanted it.

Currently co-owned by the children of these four brothers, this haven continues to be a place of refuge where families come from near and far,  traveling  from Colorado, Florida,  and other states to relish their ‘window of time’ in this home away from home. Favorite pastimes include floating in the lake, passing the day sitting on the back porch, paddle boarding, fishing, tubing and boating, and a nightly, competitive game of horseshoes. Who would have ever thought the friendship started between Mamo and Big Daddy that first took root when they were children and neighbors would lead to marriage and then the incredible legacy that is Samhill in Blue Ridge, Georgia today.

 Time is forgotten when you are at Samhill.

Big Daddy and Mamo and their four young boys.
A picture and memory album including Samhill Beginnings, Past and Present put together by, Richard H. and Marion A. Sams in 2006.
Evelyn and Steve’s two children, Brooke and Rob, have been coming to Samhill since they were in utero! Rob’s ‘thumbs up’ describes this place perfectly!
Eileen stops during horseshoes to give her Uncle Steve a hug.
Evelyn poses with a heart shape as we boat away from Samhill. Friends for fifty-four years. Love Her!
Ev and Brooke enjoy paddle boarding on Lake Blue Ridge.
Wild flowers…a reminder to enjoy the simple things in life.
The family draws names and takes turn planning, preparing, and cleaning up after dinner. On this night, Rob and his Dad, Steve prepared whole wheat pasta, eggplant parmesan, cucumber/avocado/tomato salad with fresh corn on the cob. YUM!

As I shared in one of my latest post: Let’s Go On An Adventure! , Jane Ellen, Jan and I so enjoyed our adventure of another summer visit with our dear friend, EV, and her family at Samhill.

And speaking of ADVENTURE, our family of six, with our two newlywed couples, are about to embark on a trip of a lifetime!

I will return here on Monday, July sixth with some thoughts about our family excursion, a reflection about honesty among best friends, as well as other musings.

TIME GOES BY, no matter what! Have you considered recording some Summer 2015 thoughts in a diary?

Ever since the first picture was carved into a cave wall, human beings have searched for words and symbols to express love, hate, anger, fear, happiness, grief, and every other state of the human heart. We’re still searching. Writing is, in part, an attempt to express our most passionate feelings, to give voice to what had before been voiceless. Writing can help us locate the center of our emotions, navigate the passages of our lives, and reflect on the meaning of our experience.”

Rebecca McClahan, author of Write Your Heart Out: Exploring and Expressing What Matters To You

Keeping a personal journal between the years of 1989-2012, I have always found it cathartic to put my inner thoughts down into words. I expressed some of the reasons I write in an earlier post entitled Why I Write.

Will you head to the Dollar Store or another convenient retail spot and pick up a small blank journal to record your Summer 2015 thoughts in. You could make it a goal to start on July 1, 2015. Don’t be intimidated by the blank page! Just write like you are talking to a best buddy.

I want to take this time to say thanks for all who take a few minutes twice weekly to read and contemplate my thoughts recorded in my Pages. My hope is that now and then, a quote or a thought shared here will stay in your heart aiding you in your journey. It means a lot for you to support me in my writing efforts. Thanks for sharing a post whenever you feel like it.  Consider private messaging Facebook friends who you believe might enjoy reading my Pages. If they “LIKE” my blog page: Pages From Joan, my new posts will show up on their feed.

Or, as always, folks can add their email on my home page here in order to receive an email notification when I have put up my twice weekly posts.

And finally, as we draw closer to the Fourth of July, May God Bless America!

Another summer in the books at Samhill!

Facebook Post by Brooke after her annual summer visit to Samhill, as she headed back to her home in beautiful Breckenridge, CO


Joy Comes In the Morning

I’ve always loved the name “Pamela”, since my niece Pamela, born in 1986 has been a special part of my life. So when this young homeless woman told me her name, I just smiled to myself.

The day was a sunny Sunday morning, March 15, 2015. I walked and walked in the beautiful city of San Diego, California, while my husband, Donny, attended a conference.   As I moved along, I hummed a favorite song, seeing the lyrics in my mind: Brave, by Sara Bareilles. Carrying my Bible close to my heart, my plans were to find a Presbyterian Church about one mile from our hotel and worship there at the 11:00 service. I soon discovered that instead, my day would be spent in “a church” on the streets of San Diego and not inside the walls of a building. Heavy-hearted, with my husband’s dear Dad on my mind with his recent hospitalization in the CCU with pneumonia, paired with grief over the very recent passing of the son of our precious friends the Reads, I sat on a bench to rest right outside The Old Spaghetti Factory, at the corner of 5th and K in the Gaslamp District. Weeping quietly, I took this picture of my Bible, my cup of hot coffee, and a San Diego map.


Just after taking this picture, as I glanced to my right, I saw this woman standing alone right next to my bench. Homelessness is a concern in every big city across our great big world, and sunny San Diego is no exception. In fact, locals this past weekend told us countless times that the reason for their multitude of homeless folks is because of their year-round pleasant climate.


I am not my mistakes. I am not my old habits. I am not my PAST. I am a beautiful reflection of God. I am forgiven. I am loved. I am free. Shanel Cooper Sykes

To help minimize panhandling on every corner, the local San Diego community installed meters like this one to collect pocket change to aid those without  a home. I thought this was a good idea to share with folks at MUST Ministries back in Georgia who work tirelessly to help the down and out in our hometown community. Many humans have similar thoughts regarding the homeless population, wondering how they got there, are they alcoholics or addicts, is mental illness a part of their day, and isn’t it “their fault” that they are in this situation? Raised by such compassionate parents, my heart has always been tender towards these souls in need. In fact, back in 2002, when Leah was in 8th grade, I taught her class all I knew about this subject, using Phil Collins’ Another Day in Paradise as a springboard. And after recently reading Yankoski’s story in the book Under the Overpass, my heart has become even softer towards these folks in need, believing “every heartbeat has a story.”


I am like a pencil in God's hand. He does the thinking. He does the writing. The pencil has only to be allowed to be used. Mother Teresa

So when this woman showed up next to me, my response was not a surprise to me. And when she shared her name, Pamela, I smiled through my tears, understanding intuitively that her being there was no accident. Pamela is my niece’s name, the sister of my late nephew Brad (Brad’s story is here: 525,600 Minutes, Remembering Brad Today, Celebrate Me Home). Though Pam, all alone in this big city, did not approach me, I invited her to have a seat as I moved myself and my things over. Note: I am not looking for accolades with my story, I simply followed my heart like I do in most every circumstance I find myself in these days. Pam was not the only one who was in need, I was in need, as well, and I believe that was the reason she was placed in my path that day.  (See two recent past posts to understand this better: Choose Not To Be Blue and Choose Not To Be Blue: Part Two.)


First things first, I figured she was hungry. She nodded. Waiting for our table at a quaint sidewalk cafe, I was moved by the irony of this pleasant young woman who would soon escort us to our table, quietly folding napkins for the many guests who would be by for a meal on this Sunday.


As we sat across from each other, Pam told me her story. She was stranded in San Diego and needed to get back to Austin, Texas, she had no money to her name, and there was a safe home for her in Texas with her boyfriend and his mother. Though I did not tell her this, and I certainly wasn’t sure how the day would play out,  I knew by the time we finished our omelets that my husband and I would be her ticket back to Austin.

With a full stomach and a good break in the cafe’s clean restaurant bathroom, Pamela and I hit the sidewalk, first purchasing her a big backpack and then heading to nearby Macy’s. We went through several different departments, finding her new lingerie, t-shirts, jeans, and socks. Each time we made a purchase, the employee would snip off the tags, and Pam would slip back into the dressing room to change into her new things, coming out with an appreciative, humble smile on her face. Later, when Pastor Ike called me from Georgia, and I burst into tears telling him all about our friends who had lost their son and Donny’s Daddy, Pamela was the one who was consoling me, putting her arm around me and whispering how sorry she was for my sadness. I shared with Pastor Ike about who was standing next to me and he said, “Joan, that is exactly what I spoke about in my message this morning.” (Click Here to hear Pastor Ike Reighard’s message Passion For Compassion.)

We packed her backpack full, including her old, used, soiled things which went into a plastic bag until Pam would be able to find a way to wash them. An affordable ticket was purchased at a nearby Greyhound Bus Terminal and I left Pamela to wait until the 10:45 p.m departure. Just before 10:30 p.m., Donny and I were strolling around downtown with some friends from Georgia when I realized we were only a few minutes from the terminal. We said good night to our friends, and walked a few more minutes arriving in time for Donny to meet Pamela and for us to bid her farewell. Pamela’s trip would take 36 hours arriving mid-morning on Tuesday, March 17, 2015, and Pamela would call me to let me know she had arrived safely.

Pamela was so appreciative to have her ticket to Austin, Texas.

Once again, I am reminded of The Boy and The Starfish Story, (click here to read it). It was an indisputable fact that my husband and I could not solve the huge problem of homelessness in San Diego, California, but we made a difference for that one beating heart—which at the same time made an even bigger difference for our own hurting hearts.

Our annual TTU gathering, January 2015, Abingdon, Virginia in The Reads Home.
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The Reads (far right) travel from VA to GA for Jessica and Walker Page’s wedding celebration on June 21, 2014. Some of our FF Group, The Beasley’s, Carters, Bowers and Pattersons are also pictured…friends since Fernbank Elementary!
Yes, weeping may endure for the night, but JOY does come with the morning. Psalm 30:5

Psalm 30:5 came true on the following day as the sun rose on Monday, March 16, 2015, starting with a long phone visit with my grieving friend in Virginia, Kelly, as I walked along the water, stopping in the loveliest places for a moment of quiet reflection and prayer.

One of my many prayer spots in the  beautiful San Diego Embarcadero Bay.
One of my many prayer spots in the  beautiful San Diego Embarcadero Bay.

Later, I was thankful to see pictures of my precious Tennessee Tech sisters loving our friends The Reads, as they represented our group at Taylor’s Celebration Service which I was able to watch on livestream.

On March 14, 2015, friends watch a memory video with Kelly….girlfriends multiply JOY and divide SORROW.
The prayer box which the eight of us gave to Kelly. Our initials are engraved inside to remind her that we are praying for her and her family.
The card our group of eight gave to Kelly, Paul and Megan to remind them: “We’ve Got Your Back.”

That afternoon, though his wife, Annie had to work, our nephew, Evan, and their 14 month old son, Noah, was able to drive a short distance to meet us at the beautiful Torrie Pines Reserve. Again I was struck by irony: grieving with our friends over the loss of their son…while watching this beautiful boy’s journey begin.

JOY overflowing as we visited with these two precious ones, my brother John’s firstborn and Evan and Annie’s firstborn, Noah James Walker, age 14 months.

As we continue to pray for healing for our Dad, Don, and peace for our friends The Reads, our faith reminds us to be brave.

Song of Solomon 2:11-12 "For behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land."
Song of Solomon 2:11-12 “For behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.”

 How is your journey calling for bravery today?

Is it a health decision, a relationship that needs mending,

a courageous conversation that would be difficult, but beneficial for all?

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There is NO EXPIRATION DATE With Our God

Though these events took place nearly eight years ago in our home, the truth remains forever.

Last night, my husband and I enjoyed homemade apple cobbler with spray whipped cream. Unfortunately we were out of vanilla ice cream which eliminated the chance for ala mode! This after dinner delicacy was actually so good that I decided to surprise our son with the same treat. He was holed up in his room, so I went ahead and fixed this dessert without even asking him if he wanted it.
When I had it all ready, with whipped cream, sprinkled cinnamon and sugar, and 3 musketeers chocolate syrup, I called him down.

He was very pleased when he first arrived in the kitchen…then upon his initial observation, he asked about the date on the syrup.
I responded with the truth: “I have no idea what the date on that syrup is.”
Ok, now, don’t be shocked, but he decided to check the date and it was May of 2005…I am not kidding!!! ( I wish I was!) Needless to say, it went straight in the trash and he fixed himself a new dessert!
WE had some good laughs about dates on products that are in our ten year old home and how we might want to check them out a little more often and a little more carefully in the future…
Soon, our son was checking the dates on some of our other things…the milk had a good date, the yogurt was okay, too.

Later, just before retiring for the night, our son and I started talking about other “expirations”, like letting too much time go by before we open the Word.
If we are not careful, we wait too long to go to the Word for the answers to the big questions that we have in our lives. Just because we do not take the time to look in that direction, does not mean the answers are not there. If we are not careful, our days go by and we do not reap the benefits and the strength that it is in the Word for each of us to grab a hold of. As 50 something women, we realize more than ever that our lives on this earth have an “expiration date”. Ecclesiastes 3:1-2 reminds us: “There is a time for everything, and everything on earth has its special season. There is a time to be born and a time to die.”

So, maybe you want to go check the dates of some of the products you have in your refrigerator, and perhaps you want to take stock in the date of the last time you delved into the Word as well.

Do something today that you have been putting off because we are not promised tomorrow. Only God knows the number of our days and He’s not telling us that number.

“All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field;
the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the Word of the Lord stands forever.”
1 Peter 1:24-25

The Good News is that once we are His, considering God and His Word, there is NO EXPIRATION DATE!

A SOJOURNER Life Is A journey

“You only live once-but if you work it right, once is enough.” Joe F. Lewis

You and I, we are sojourners on this earth. The Webster’s dictionary defines a sojourner as follows:

“…one who is having a brief, temporary stay; a brief residence”

WE are sojourners on this earth because this earth is not our home.

“Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.” James 4:14

Last night, as I worked for several hours organizing my thoughts, my story, in anticipation of sharing with the recovering ladies at the Women’s Extension Center, it quickly became apparent to me how far God has brought me in my life.
HOW ENCOURAGING!!! My main prayer has become two words: “Thank You.”
As a 50 something woman, (or any age woman!) I believe it is positively cathartic, very freeing, to think through, and even possibly write down your story, your personal testimony.
As I have expressed before, I have kept a journal for more than 20 years.
This simple tool has so often aided me in working through issues that have burdened my heart in my day-to-day life.
If you are not sure how to get started, try setting a timer for 10-20 minutes and just WRITE, WRITE, WRITE until the timer chimes…or TYPE, TYPE, TYPE…whichever is most comfortable for you.
In sharing with these women, I came up with the following verses to guide me:

Matthew 6:26-27
Lamentations 3:22-23
Galatians 5:1

“If you won’t be better tomorrow than you were today, then what do you need tomorrow for?” Rabbi Hahman of Bratslay

Today, I encourage you to consider yourself as a sojourner as you contemplate your life journey. How far have you come?