I’ll never forget the time I sang the national anthem at a 1991 Atlanta Braves game against the L.A. Dodgers.
You see, I made a stadium-sized mistake!
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Can I Lay Down Shame and Pick Up Grace Instead? [Episode 34]
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When I was in the third grade, we had a dog named Cannoli. She was a white, completely fluffy poodle … that is, until one day when she got a haircut.
My mom decided that Cannoli needed to look a little more legit. So, she took her to a groomer. Well, of course, any groomer was going to cut her hair like a poodle—you know, with the puffy little bottom and the puffy tail with the little ball on the end.
Can I Fire Up the Togetherness in My Relationships? [Episode 33 With Ashleigh Slater]
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Do you know that frustration you feel when you just can’t get on the same page with your husband or your roommate or your boss or your BFF?
I sure do!
Early in our marriage, Phil and I struggled with togetherness because of laundry. Yes—laundry!
Can I Be on the Right Path When It Feels So Wrong? [Episode 32]
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During my freshman year of college, I remember calling my mom to share two big pieces of news with her.
“Mom,” I said, “I went out with this guy named Curtis—and he has an earring!”
Can I Handle Criticism Without Crumbling? [Episode 30]
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“What do you guys think of Jennifer Rothschild?”
That was the opening question of a post that I should not have read!
What Is on the Menu at God’s Table
When I was a college student in Florida, Rose was a widow who lived nearby. Many of us students regularly visited her.
One evening, my friend, Mike, popped in at dinner time and Rose invited him in. They visited for a few moments … that is, until Mike noticed her kitchen table was set for two.
“Oh Rose,” he said, “I didn’t realize you were having a guest for dinner. I will scoot out.”
She stopped him, and explained that ever since her husband died over 30 years earlier she always set two places at her table.
Mike assumed the second place setting was to remind her of her late husband, but Rose corrected him.
