“Justy!”  All it took when I was a kid was my mother referring to me as “Justy” with a look of disappointment and I was in a puddle of tears and begging for forgiveness.  I’ve never handled failing people, tasks, or anything very well. I think that is why I’m quite awful Read More...

Babies have it made. They scream and throw tantrums whenever they want and someone just rocks them to sleep or feeds them. When they are done screaming they are so peaceful. Their expression of emotion knows no boundaries. To survive they are supposed to express themselves dramatically, like a psalmist. During the Read More...

I don’t know if you have ever seen the sweaty and crabby version of me, but it isn’t pretty.  I began working out with my best friend and a personal trainer this week. The entire workout I was thinking “This guy is nuts…when can I eat a cookie?”  I began to think Read More...

This month I’m trying to read a Psalm everyday and reflect on it.  I’ll be honest, it’s hard for me to sit down and read scripture if I’m not doing it for work.  Reading the bible on a daily basis isn’t the first thing on my mind.  I have a lot of Read More...

This week praying has not only brought me to a more attentive view of my food, but to those with whom I ate.  I had “one of those days” where no matter what I said or did I was wrong.  At the end of the day a friend texted me a list Read More...

I’m a person who doesn’t cook a lot (if ever), and I frequently tend to go to restaurants. This week I reflected on how my prayer life affects the way I treat those who are serving  my food.  My friends who work in the food service industry all have horror stories like Read More...