A few weeks ago I was in the great city of Rome. I got to go to the Coliseum again because my brother had never been, so my dad made us all go. This being my third time, I wasn’t overly excited. What’s worse is we got sucked into a guided tour, so we couldn’t even just do a quick run-through on our own.
By Theresa Huff
One and two and three and breathe. Again now—one and two and three and breathe!
So much time and emphasis is placed on a healthy lifestyle these days. As a nurse, I understand the importance of eating well and exercise, but as a human it is easier said than done. Maybe it comes under the heading of self-discipline, which I must have been born without. It is not my strong point even though I know I’m only hurting myself.
What about my spiritual health? How is my spiritual self-discipline?
My wife and I had just returned from our son’s wedding in Wisconsin. What a wonderful event we not only witnessed, but also participated in. The church was beautifully decorated, the flowers were magnificent, and there was not a detail that was missed. The ceremony was beautiful, and the bride was nothing less than breathtaking. It was difficult not to get choked up as we saw our eldest son take the woman he loves and become one with her as they proclaimed their vows.
One day as two-and-a-half-year-old grandson Lane, PawPaw, and I were playing, Lane suddenly with urgency said, “Mimi! I’m so sorry I felled that off!”