Words of Hope: Good Judgment

If you fly to Oklahoma City, you will see a famous quote by Will Rogers: "Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment." Dad was a phenomenal teacher of good judgment for Jay and...

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Words of Hope: Anxiety Healed

Shann is a forgiveness researcher. I was listening to a lecture in which he enumerated the physical benefits of forgiveness— a more robust immune system, lower heart disease, lower cancer, lower autoimmune diseases, and lower anxiety, to name a...

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Words of Hope: Suffering Observed

When my Dad was ill during the last weeks of his life, he mostly lay on his back. His cancer treatment medication caused him to gain weight rapidly through the 12-plus years he was on it. It slowed his...

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Words of Hope: Back to Basics

When I feel the deep ache of loss and start feeling sad about Dad being gone, I go back to the fundamentals. I go back to the basics; Dad taught: solitude and gratitude. I discipline myself to get alone...

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Words of Hope: Learned Contentment

Contentment has been a hard-fought lesson for me and also for Dad. He wrestled with finding contentment even in illness. I have been on a long journey as a student of contentment. Part of this journey happened years ago...

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Words of Hope: Loneliness Observed Part 2

I met “Margo” at camp. She loved hoops and baggy shorts and had a cutting-edge fashion style. She found her mother dead when she was a very young child. Her father remarried a negligent woman who never cared for...

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Words of Hope: Loneliness Observed

My grandmother grew up in a severely austere home. Her mother did not believe in affection and ruled her family with a no-nonsense mentality. She was one of seven siblings, all male except for a younger sickly sister. Her...

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Words of Hope: Escaping the External Illusion

One of the helpful learning lessons Dad and I received was the conscious decision to move out of the external illusion. Consider a man named Richard Smith. His first family knew and called him Dick Smith. After fifteen years of...

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Words of Hope: The Slippery Slope of Crisis

One February, we lost our cat, Crystal. She never came home. I was devastated. I held to the fantasy she would be found at a pet shelter. I was grieving but not attending to my sorrow. I picked up...

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Words of Hope: A beautiful death

Today is the anniversary of my Dad’s death. Our family is traveling together. Mom and Dad’s house, where he passed away, has been sold. I wanted to get out of town. As I draw near to his day of...

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