When Helping Becomes Enabling

I decided to rescue my friend. She couldn't remain at home. So, I brought her to my place, Not letting her live on her own. But she languidly lays around all day. Now I see what her parents tried to teach her. You have to work for what you get, And every day isn't one... Continue Reading →

America, We Are Smarter than This, Surely!

The bottom is near! No ending to the virus. Caption: Wear a mask! Written for the Three Things Challenge #316: caption, ending, bottom. We have to get a handle on this thing, if we are to get our country back to some semblance of normal. Listen to scientists, not politicians!

A Time to Share Our Blessings: Sunday Devotion #13

Deuteronomy 24:19-22 When you are harvesting in your field and you overlook a sheaf, do not go back to get it. Leave it for the foreigner, the fatherless and the widow, so that the Lord your God may bless you in all the work of your hands. When you beat the olives from your trees, do not go over the branches a... Continue Reading →

Connecting with My Neighbors: They Aren't Zombies After All

I have felt so disconnected from my neighbors, not even sure who lived in any of the houses around us. We tend to enter our garages and go straight into our houses. I kidded Douglas that one day, we would find that we had moved into a zombie enclave, and we would be a dinner... Continue Reading →

Be a Help, Not a Hindrance! Tale Weaver#266

People tell you to show a little backbone When you're struggling with much pain. Buck up, stop whining, and be strong Are words they say over and over again. But, in this life, there comes a time When you just need a little bit of help. No matter how hard you've tried, You can't get... Continue Reading →

The Ambiguity of Helping Others

When is enough truly enough, when it comes to agreeing to help others? Douglas sometimes calls me Rose, because he says that I metaphorically wear rose-colored glasses in my belief that there is good in every person and, subsequently, in my constant tendency to rescue others. I will admit that I have a difficult time... Continue Reading →

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