Tag: shame

Choosing to Let My Shame Be Covered

It happened one day on the school playground when I was in 5th grade. A girl who I thought was my friend suddenly called me a “blockhead.” As all the surrounding kids laughed, she went on shouting that my head was too big for my… Continue Reading “Choosing to Let My Shame Be Covered”

Choosing My Filter

Don’t you hate it when you find grounds in your coffee? I am not a barista or even close to being a “coffee snob,” but I imagine there can be multiple reasons for such grit in my morning java. The most common reason I’ve… Continue Reading “Choosing My Filter”

Choosing a GUILTLESS New Year

The new year is upon us, and that means resolutions! Many of us are making promises to initiate changes in our lives. I have heard mixed reviews regarding the effectiveness of such commitments. Most of us give up on the pledges made on January… Continue Reading “Choosing a GUILTLESS New Year”

Choosing to NOT Cheapen God’s Reputation

Online debates typically resolve nothing. And yet they continue and get ever more heated. There was one I saw awhile back that bantered back and forth over whether it was okay to say, “Oh, my God” as an exclamation. The discussion included strong opinions… Continue Reading “Choosing to NOT Cheapen God’s Reputation”

Choosing More than Appearances

Who wouldn’t want to be Bilbo the Hobbit upon finding a magic ring? Oh, the mischievous things that could be done! In addition, there would be the unique comfort that comes with the ability to turn invisible, hiding from the prying eyes of goblins,… Continue Reading “Choosing More than Appearances”

Choosing to Be Right

Wife: “You forgot to put the garbage can out this morning.” Husband: “I put it out last night.” Wife: “I’m pretty sure I just saw the garbage truck go by, and it did not stop at our house.” Husband: “I put it out! You… Continue Reading “Choosing to Be Right”

Choosing an Exchanged Life

I wasn’t more than ten years old when I watched my grandfather butcher a pig. Contrary to what some might imagine, I don’t think I was emotionally damaged by it. Sure, it was gruesome and bloody. But I also remember thinking that this is… Continue Reading “Choosing an Exchanged Life”

Choosing the Right Clothes

It happened one day on the school playground when I was in 5th grade. A girl who I thought was my friend suddenly called me a “blockhead.” As all the surrounding kids laughed, she went on shouting that my head was too big for… Continue Reading “Choosing the Right Clothes”