I’m No Superstar is a blog for people like me who want to make a difference in the world but know they aren’t activists. Each post contains a social action idea that most of us could do, a book that’s worth reading, or a link to a website that offers other ideas. Oh, and it’s all introduced by a sometimes quirky story from my life.
Last week was VBS week, which felt like “The Great Exhale”after 15 months of holding our Covid breaths. The halls rang with laughter, with shouts, with songs, and even with some meltdown tears. Creativity abounded during craft time, games were hard fought, hugs were traded, hands were flying—sort of in rhythm—during the song time. And
We’re fraying. “We” collectively, as in, all of us. I’ve had multiple conversations in the last weeks with individuals feeling uneasy. For many, it’s hard to concentrate—even for those who were ultra-productive when shutdowns occurred in the spring. For others, a sense of anxiety seems to pervade. We worry about the kids—are they learning anything,
The world has a thousand voices . . . listen to Holy Spirit.Lynelle Trigalet We are preparing for a move. I’ve always been a sentimental sort. So over my multiple decades, I’d packed six of these giant Rubbermaid totes of memorabilia. Over the winter, I’ve worked my way through them, looking to condense six decades
Les and I are reading through an Advent devotional book this season. It’s something we try every few years—try, being the key word. We begin well, but, somewhere by the second week, it falls by the wayside as life crowds its way in. I’m proud to say we are up to date so far, even
I was talking to a friend the other day about the concept of success and how it’s pushed on us. It happens in networking groups. It comes up in self-help reading, business or personal. It shows up in our newsfeed amid the quote blocks and sponsored seminars. And it even shows up at ministry conferences.
God makes me do the speed limit. I didn’t want to. We argued about it for years. Eight years ago, God finally won. Here are five ways it’s changed my life physically and spiritually: Less stress: There’s no making up time on the road, so I can’t stress over every minute. If it’s a 30-minute
Every year Les and I go to the Gifts That Give Hope Alternative Gift Fair. We eat great food. Browse the information on nonprofits and choose meaningful gift donations for various family members and friends. Explore the unique fair trade gifts, clothing and chocolates offered. Maybe listen to a musical group. It’s an amazing event.
I hate to dust. So I’m walking around the house, dust rag in hand, doing what I normally do when confronted with something I hate—blaming Eve. Suddenly it occurs me—dust is not something I can put on her rap sheet. Dust is what man was created out of, therefore, dust was around when God was
Brush strokes across the sky Wispy clouds in variegated hues of purple and pink; Looking as though the master artist Had taken special care with his brush. Wearied from the day, my eyes were focused On the few feet of roadway in front of my car, My mind preoccupied With the trivialities of the
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