The Titus 2:4 Project

In 2017, my husband surprised me with a fabulous trip to Europe for our 20th wedding anniversary. We spent three days in each, London, Paris and Germany, traveling between cities by rail. It was truly the trip of a lifetime and according to our fitness trackers, we walked more than 20 miles in those nine days.  Walking seemed safer for us. Maybe for everyone around us as well because most of the streets were narrow, cobblestone streets that often intersected with roundabouts. Roundabouts are helpful, I suppose. They mitigate stop lights and stop signs, but you have to be a confident driver to jump in or out when you have the opportunity...And we were not confident drivers in Europe. Street signs were a in foreign language and the steering wheel is on the right side of the car! These roundabouts were basically a free-for-all. No lines to mark lanes of traffic. No signs. Just say a prayer and hope for the best. The intersection at the Arc de Triomphe in Paris was the 'Mac Daddy' ...

Be my companion when I’m alone Be my compass that leads the way Be the colors of my rainbow Be my peace throughout the day Be my confidence when I’m scared Be my clarity when I’m confused Be my ransom when I’m captive Be my defense when I’m accused Be my friend when others fail Be my faith when I’m in doubt Be my guide when I am lost Be everything that I’m about Be my patience when I’m restless Be my strength when I am weak Be my joy when things go well Be my words when I can’t speak Be my rest when I am weary Be the wind beneath my wings Be my light when times are dark Be the song that my soul sings Be my healer when I am sick Be my youth as I grow older Be my high when I am low Be my warmth as days grow colder Be my sustenance when I hunger Be my dream when I’m asleep Be my up when I am down Be my comfort when I weep Be my rescue when I’m abandoned  Be the melody in my song Be my cushion when I fall Be my right when I am wrong Be my provider when I’m in need Be my love that I ado...

The trappings of life.... trappings is defined by  Dictionary.com  as: 'articles of equipment or dress, especially of an ornamental character.' I think 'trapping' is apropos, because these 'ornamental' things can certainly trap us.  For many of us, we are truly slaves to the trappings of life.  We become accidental slaves to the things we work to acquire.   It's a First World Problem.  But it's a problem. My friend Jenni once asked me, after hearing me comment that something was a 'First World Problem', what that phrase meant.  She said she'd heard it many times, but wasn't exactly sure what it meant. I explained that we, as beneficiaries of a privileged life, live in a 'first world' country.  Some, who live in underdeveloped countries, would be appalled at the things we fret about... missing a manicure appointment because you're on vacation in the Caribbean? Definitely a 'first world problem'.   First world problems a...