Yesterday was the 18th anniversary of the day I married my best friend. It was the beginning of a journey that has taught me many lessons–some repeatedly. I could probably do a post a day for the next 18 years and still not touch all the lessons I have learned. We won’t go there. Instead, I’ll just share how we chose to spend the day. Read more »
As I got into the car to head to work this morning, I noticed an envelope perched on the dashboard.
I quickly recognized Steve’s handwriting and found butterflies (Yes, they still come after more than 16 years of marriage!) forming in my stomach as I looked forward to seeing what he had written. As I tore open the envelope and pulled out the card, I realized there was a problem. The message on the card was printed in Spanish! Read more »
For many people, yesterday was just another day in the month of July. For our family, it was cause to celebrate! July 10th is Steve’s birthday. We enjoyed showering him with cards and gifts to show him how special he is to us. But as the day progressed, I couldn’t help but feel as though it was I who had received a gift on his birthday.The longer I know him, the more thankful I am for the gift of Steven Dwain Greenwood. I have been blessed with a man who loves the Lord and loves our children and me as Christ loved the church. He gives selflessly to so many and makes life fun for everyone around him.I began to think about his many wonderful qualities, and I could not ignore the fact that his parents have played a significant role in helping to shape him into the man we celebrated all day. Of course they played a role in his being created, but it didn’t stop there. Read more »
There are fresh baked cookies on the counter, and my home is filled with laughter as we anticipate the homecoming of Steve—super Daddy and my best friend. He’s been in Kansas this past week, speaking to students at a youth camp. I am thankful for his opportunities to minister to others and grateful for his heart that yearns to serve our Lord and others. But I have to admit that I am glad he’s coming home. His being here matters! Our lives are more full, and our fun is certainly greater when he is around. He adds a certain spark or energy to our home.
I am reminded of the Scripture that tells me I am to be salt and light to those around me. I am to bring a godly energy and love to others. Do I do that? Do I look for ways to energize or be an encouragement to others? Ouch, SMACK—right in the face.
I don’t do it nearly as often as I should. I guess I am sometimes so selfishly aware of my own situation that I neglect to see the needs and reality of others’ lives.
What difference would it make if more of us tried to matter in the lives of those around us? I can’t help but wonder . . .
