Posts filed under: Transitions

Originally published November 4, 2014 I enjoy routine, organization, and if you came for a visit, you would see sticky notes and lists in several rooms of my home. I had my life planned out at age    18 – graduate...
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It’s everywhere these days! The “in” color for walls, clothing, and even your head. It used to be that women would stress over the first sign of gray hair – rushing to the salon or drug store for color to...
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It’s PCS season again and today I found myself saying goodbye to two of my closest friends. This time though, my perspective is different. You see, my husband retired 2 years ago and instead of being the one to say...
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It’s summertime. Don’t you love it? I do…mostly. I love sunshine and days at the pool. I love more relaxed schedules and opportunities to travel more. I love the warmth and the chance to leave the house without multiple layers...
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We finally got our orders. And I confess, I wasn’t particularly thrilled with the destination. Yes, I know God goes before and prepares a place and has a perfect plan. But we’re so far from where we were trying to...
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Like usual, it happened during worship. The Lord used the proverbial 2’x4’ board whack upside my head, the weapon of choice when I’m being really stubborn. I had a thought so clear that I knew it was from God. “You...
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Former Senator James Webb published an article, “Women Can’t Fight,” on Nov. 1, 1979 in the Washingtonian magazine. At that time, the first classes integrated with females were just six months from graduation at the U.S. Military Academy (West Point),...
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Every time we move we have one of these. No doubt you have too. It’s the smaller box they use for parts of things the movers have disassembled. That’s its original purpose anyway. It sometimes gets used for that in...
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Two of the most powerful words in any relationship, these two words can cross racial and ethnic boundaries, make fast friends of new acquaintances, build trust, and even allow us to breathe sometimes. Two words that mean someone else understands...
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I want to go home. In the middle of a squad bay in Quantico, Virginia, walls lined with bunk beds made up neatly with green wool blankets, this was my only thought. I was tired and sore. I longed for...
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