A couple of years ago, I stumbled upon this article in the Wall Street Journal about a competition between two elite individuals. It was not a competition of wits, of strength, or even talent. It was a reading competition.
For 3 years, Chief of Staff Karl Rove and then President of the United States, George W. Bush, competed to see who could read the most books. That first year, President Bush read 95 books and Mr. Rove read 110.
Ninety-five books?? If the Leader of the Free World can read that many books in a year, then I seriously need to re-evaluate how I'm spending my time. Probably watching too much Food Network, but I digress.
I love Christmas. The smell of cider and fresh baked cookies, the coming together of friends and family, twinkling lights that make everything a bit warmer, and celebrating the most amazing miracle in human history. For a brief few weeks, everything just seems…cozier.
Peace is on earth and goodwill seems abundant.
Then comes a piercing, heart-rendering reminder that we live in a broken, fallen world where evil does not rest. Perhaps it this backdrop of celebrated joy in a season of innocence and charity that makes evil seems all the more dark and jarring.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year, except when tragedy shatters that illusion.
I'm guest posting today over at Candace Cameron Bure's website, RooMag. This one is especially for your parents. Here's a teaser:
We all want it. We may not say it in such blunt terms, but we all have a desire to leave our mark on the lives of the people with whom we come in contact. To have the opportunity, the ability, the power to help people make better decisions and lead better futures. All because they were influenced by our words, our actions, our lives.
If you’re a parent, you already have influence. More influence than you probably realize.
“Eucharisteo precedes the miracle.”
The book tells me this strange Greek word means, “Thanksgiving.”
Thanksgiving precedes the miracle.
It’s been a day and night of talking about the future in our home. Honest talks, hard talks. Talks of big changes, big needs, of questions marks looming large.
Will we be ready to meet them? Will we have the means to meet them?
The realization of our needs, the bigness of it all, is breathtaking. Taking my breath with it’s crushing weight, threatening to stifle life.
In case you missed it, this week I guest posted over at Verily Magazine, a fabulous new venture that is written by young women, for young women.
Here's a teaser of what I said on the Battle of the Sexes:
As the song from Annie Get Your Gun says, “Anything you can do, I can do better.”
Personally, I’ve found that a little competition can be healthy; it drives me to push further, try harder and endure longer. But if I take my competitive spirit to an extreme, especially in a relationship, it can be grating, hurtful and exhausting; if I’m not careful, I can cause distance between those closest to me. Although I want to be a strong, successful woman, I’ve learned that I need to reevaluate what that really means for me.
Today is 9/11.
It has been 11 years since:
Two planes crashed into the World Trade Centers,
One plane crashed into the Pentagon,
One plane crashed into a field in Pennsylvania, and
2, 792 people died.
Until that day, we didn’t know most of their names.
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