The other day, I wrote a story that was mired in pain. From my perspective, it is not the best way to write something like “Will You Trust Me?” I was struggling through a perceived lack of trust, directed at me.
What happened? Continue reading “Will You Trust Me?”
In the age of social media, it is becoming easier and easier to reach out and touch someone. Does that phrase sound familiar? It’s a catchphrase created by the marketing geniuses of AT&T. I doubt they had Twitter, Skype and Facebook in mind, though.
Today, the phone is no longer the only way to reach out and talk with someone. Do you have Skype on your computer? I have it and Skype is a great way to see and talk with someone. It’s a little too easy!
What happened? Did I get a stalker? How about someone looking for love in all the wrong places? I do hope you’re sniffing that bait. Would you like to know what happened? How I dealt with it. Continue reading “My Dealing With An Online Stalker”
About a year ago, I wrote “The Angry Letter”. The story is written in the midst of pain and hurt. I was still recovering from the shock of getting such an email. For the past few days, it’s been in my heart, to revisit and revise that old story. Did something change? Why don’t you continue reading? This story does deal with an angry letter; however, some things needed changing. Continue reading “The Angry Letter [Revised]”
The other day, I was considering a new topic for Inspiration Point. As I talked with my Heavenly Father, a specific idea came to mind. If you read the title, then you already know it. It centers on the words we speak.
How shall I share this story? This story begins with an old memory coming into the light. What is this memory? How does it relate to the title? Let’s just say that my father was never one to consider his words or their hurtfulness. Continue reading “The Words We Speak”
The other day, I received an email from a friend. He’s really isn’t an actual friend; rather, the man is a YouTube entertainer. For several months, I’ve sent emails and tweets to this guy. I had assumed the friend was okay with it. Suddenly, I get the following:
“Please don’t contact me or my family! Though you have good intentions; you have the execution of a bull in a china shop!” I’m paraphrasing the actual comment. My friend was a lot more gracious than I am being. What did I do wrong?
Continue reading “When We Practice To Assume”
Did you ever listen to something that stirs a strong emotional chord? On Monday, I was listening to Pastor Paul Booko of Riverside Church. The church is located in Three Rivers, Michigan. It’s Father’s Day and Paul is giving an encouraging message about being a father.
I would have politely listened and I wouldn’t have given it, much thought. Why should I? I’m not a father or spiritual father. Before I continue, here is a link to “Dad’s Fest“. It’s the message that I listened to on the Internet.
What happened? Why am I writing a story about fathers, the day after Father’s Day? The story starts when pastor Paul Booko mentions the father wound, at the beginning of his message. As I listen, a strong wave of painful emotions began rising inside me. Continue reading “Overcoming My Father Wounds”
Did you ever go through something and asked, “Why am I going through this? Why do I have to take this blasted typing class?” For me, this class was fraught with frustration and difficulties. I hated it.
The four years of typing were a lesson in torture. My typing teacher didn’t help by saying, “Keep your eyes on the paper and not the typewriter!” I hated it! I was angry and frustrated with her. If the old IBM Selectric typewriter weren’t so heavy then I’d be tempted to do something stupid. Continue reading “The Typewriter”