Braking Points

Pausing in the midst of Life to ponder, pray and find footing to continue.

The Right Time to Forgive



Forgiving Wednesday

If I waited till the hurting stopped,

or the wrong could be made right.

If I waited for I’m sorry or for amends to be in sight,

I might wait a lifetime,

waiting for the right time and

then my life could end still holding on to all that pain by failing to forgive.

In Matthew 18, Peter asked Jesus, how many times he had to forgive. Jesus gave him a number, but then he told the parable of the unforgiving servant, who failed to honor the forgiveness he had received and ended up being turned over to be tortured.

If I choose to not forgive, I choose to dishonor God who has forgiven me and distance myself from the spirit of Christ, leaving me in discomfort and eventually torture. Not what Jesus wants for any Christian.

Choose forgiveness to be close to God and for inner peace.

And remember:

Instead, be kind to one another, compassionate, forgiving one another, just as God in Christ also forgave you. (Ephesians 4:32 NET)


September, 2016. A Touch of Fiction



For September, I encourage those of you who have ever considered writing a story, a novel, a memoir to write.  It is scary, but fulfilling…every person possesses within stories, either real or imaginary–which by the way contain reality.  I find sharing fiction harder than writing my blog.  In a sense they expose a person in ways essay type writing does not.

But taking a big deep breath, I have chosen a few mainly Flash Fiction Shorts [250-750 words] that I have written over the past few years to share. I hope you enjoy some of them, but even if you don’t, I hope YOU will try writing down some of those stories you have inside.  Let’s start with:

Curiosity Nips Cat

I am a curious person. For example, while watching PBS News recently, I asked my husband if he thought I looked as old as the woman being interviewed…

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Barefoot Book Club: Recent Good Reads, Recent Good Listens, Currently Reading


One ongoing goal I set EVERY year involves reading.  I love a variety of genres so I am open to suggestions.  I say that but I shy away from syrupy romances filled with hot sweaty bodies and torrid sex scenes. Last year I attempted to run across the room, leap into my husbands arms only to collapse both of us onto a piece of furniture thankful neither of us broke a hip.  So aside from that, I welcome book suggestions and love discussing what I am reading or have read.

I try to read at least ONE Classic a year.  Terry and I both tackled Mobey Dick and I swear there were moments in the multiple pages on ‘WHITE’ that I almost quit..Glad I didn’t.

So with that being said:

What I read on my Christmas Vacation

A Walk Across the Sun by Corban Addison

On the surface this novel, the second of Corban Addison’s that I have read with The Garden of Burning Sand being the first, is about human trafficking of children. Ahalya and her sister, 17 and 15 find themselves orphaned and homeless following a tsunami. These middle class Indian girls who have lived a privileged protected life at home and at the convent where they attend boarding school. With few resources scavenged from their destroyed home, they set out for the convent only to be abducted, sold, and transported to a brothel in Bombay.

“Corban Addison leads readers on a chilling, eye-opening journey into Mumbai’s seedy underworld–and the nightmare of two orphaned girls swept into the international sex trade.”
At the same time, Washington, D.C., attorney Thomas Clarke left by his Indian wife after the SIDS loss of their infant daughter faces both his personal unraveling and a professional crisis. With only a few options and an experience of a young girl’s abduction on a North Carolina road fresh in his mind he makes the fateful decision to pursue a pro bono sabbatical working in India for an NGO that prosecutes the subcontinent’s human traffickers. He also is motivated by the possibility of reuniting with his wife.

There tagging along on a raid of a brothel notorious for under age prostitutes he becomes a part of the rescue of Ahalya, but Sita has already been sold and transported. Learning this Clarke makes it his personal mission to rescue Sita, setting the stage for a showdown with an international network of ruthless criminals.

While the subject matter sent me into waves of revulsion, slavery exists all around us, the conclusion of the novel was one of redemption and hope.

What we listened to on our 2 day trip to Florida from Kentucky

The Guilty by David Baldacci

Fourth in the Will Robie Series

Will Robie is the government’s most professional, disciplined, and lethal assassin. He infiltrates the most hostile countries in the world, defeats our enemies’ advanced security measures, and eliminates threats before they ever reach our shores.

But now, his skills have left him. Sent overseas on a critical assignment, he fails, unable to pull the trigger. Absent his talents, Robie is a man without a mission, and without a purpose.

So what does he do he returns to the backwater Mississippi town where he was a star quarterback in high school, but where he has not set foot in over 20 years. Why does he return? To help his father, to whom he has not spoken in the same 20 some years. Obviously, there is a back story here. Also, his father, a judge is in jail for murder, he has a stepmother close to his own age and a half brother who is a toddler. This plot has twists and turns from beginning to end with Jessica Peel, Robie’s colleague coming to his rescue and then hanging around to see it out.

A great book for a long drive. Good narration by the two readers.

What I am reading now

Audacious by Beth Moore

Just on the third chapter of this book that asks the questions–not unusual ones, if you are in the first half of your life:

What is your dream? What is your vision for the future?

And yet, here at almost 71 years old, I am contemplating those very questions, AGAIN.

Hey! I am not dead yet. There is so much I want to do, to experience, to share….SO

I suspect God had a reason for Carolyn and Charles Foster giving me this book for Christmas.

Here’s the blurb on the back of the book, if you are interested.

“Thirty years in the making, Audacious is a deep dive into the message that has compelled Beth Moore to serve women around the globe. Glancing over the years of ministry behind her and strengthening her resolve to the call before her, she came to the realization that her vision for women was incomplete. It lacked something they were aching for. Something Jesus was longing for. Beth identifies that missing link by digging through Scripture, unearthing life experiences, and spotlighting a turning point with the capacity to infuse any life with holy passion and purpose. What was missing? Well, let’s just say, it’s audacious and it’s for all of us. And it’s the path to the life you were born to live.”

Please let me know your suggestions for a good read.  I would love to hear from you.

No Matter What Happened, Happens–Thought on the New Year

‬‬“I have told you these things, so that in Me you may have [perfect] peace and confidence. In the world you have tribulation and trials and distress and frustration; but be of good cheer [take courage; be confident, certain, undaunted]! For I have overcome the world. [I have deprived it of power to harm you and have conquered it for you.]”
‭‭John‬ ‭16:33‬ ‭AMP

No matter what happened,
good and bad,
all mixed up like stone soup
The peaceful vistas,
The piles of manure
Boredom followed by tedium
Tedium swept away by torrents of mayhem
Or accomplishments or milestones
Weddings and funerals
Or as the Bible proclaims
Blessings and Curses
Individually and universally

No matter what happened
Last year passed
Day after day leaving
Lingering memories,
A sour taste in the mouth,
Tears that continue to be shed,
Saved in a bottle by God till the day
When every trace he wipes away
Laughter mixed with uncontrollable giggles,
Quiet peaceful moments
Gut wrenching panic
Gone with the drop of a ball
Individually, universally for us all.

No matter what happened
Last year or years past
Time keeps moving,
This day will not last
So we are older
Wiser? Or not
Will this year be the same?
Yes and No
There will be I suspect good things and bad
This world filled with turmoil
And in the USA an election
Not to mention, an extra day
Before the ball drops again
Hopefully, not on your foot or mine.

What choice I make as this year unfolds
What I read
What I write
How I love
What breaks my heart, tears it apart
How I live out what I profess to believe.
The actions I choose, the new friends I make
The old friendships I renew.
The attitude I choose when I step in manure
Or when Life brings me moments of joyful glee
No matter what happens
This year
How we live it will define you and me.


Post Christmas Ramblings

Perhaps you are a little bit like me.  No Christmas is perfect, especially when our human expectations meet the human actualities.  Almost like a hangover…in some cases, a real hangover…the day after all the festivities can become a downer.  Which gives the devil a tiny little foothold.  Joy is fragile during times of attack.  Looking at the scattered paper under a Christmas tree and looking for the manger with the baby under the scattered paper, I could not keep a melancholy from settling on me.

Knowing I needed to turn the focus away from myself, I read my devotional, found scripture that spoke to my current feelings, and wrote the following.

Perhaps it will speak to you, too, if you are a little bit like me.




These tools of the enemy

Gifts stacked upon gifts
scattered remnants
paper and bows,
Expectations and emotions

Unable to make the gift that was wrong

Unable to clear mental clutter in the midst of

all the debris  

Reminders of yet another

Christmas barely past.
Weary, worn travelers congregated
Then scattered

Where is the manger?
Where is the Baby Jesus?

Where is all that promised joy, peace, love, and grace?

Time to reflect

Dig deep

Refresh, remember, reflect


I will trust

I will not allow 

Inadequacies, stilted moments, grief or 


Become the big “D” tools of an enemy

Whose only goal since I belong to Jesus

Is to promote self condemnation,

Critical thoughts, sin in my life

So that I feel unworthy of the Savior’s Love

So I doubt His love for me

And fall into the Post Christmas Blues

I will trust in His unfailing love

I will seek His face, 

Believe His grace

And Rejoice

For unto US a Child is Born

Unto US a Savior for all the world

Unto US  a Purpose and Plan

So I dig deep



Hope for tomorrow and Hope for today.



Christmas Without or Christmas Within 2015


It is just not Christmas without…
You fill in the blanks

Snow or at least frost in air

A spouse, parent, a child, a friend, someone you loved

Who is not there

Health, wealth, or just enough money

to put presents under the tree

or maybe not even a tree

being home to celebrate with family and friends

without clothes to keep warm 

or a home in the storm

You fill in the blanks…
It is just not Christmas without. . .

Yet the truth of it all, it is all those with outs 

That speak to what Christmas’s about

The broken places in our lives and hearts

The empty spaces at the Christmas table

The health issues, the presence of sin

Christ came to a world filled with doubt

The promise of love, peace, hope within

In spite of all the with outs

It is Christ that Christmas is about.

I pray the world, especially the ones that I love take time to figure that out.

Emmanuel Internalized: Christmas Eve 2015


Emmanuel, God with us

Tiny baby, mother cradling there

Flesh and blood,

toes, fingers, eyes and hair

Come to save the world from sin

Come to show us how God loves

Come to teach, to laugh, to cry

Come to live like you and I

Come to die

Emmanuel, God with us

Come to save from chains of sin

But only if we let him in.

Faith in Winter: Advent 2015

Darkness falls early

The night lingers long
Life’s maze a puzzle
Wrong turns, dead ends
Struggles and doubts
Frail, fragile flesh
Stumbling about
Then just short of quitting
Eyes struggling to see
A flicker of light
A promise fulfilled
Another glimpse of glory
Faith’s eyes open wide

imageChristmas comes in Winter in the Northern Hemisphere, the darkest time of the year, but so often it is a dark time for people because the advertisements promise joy and plenty, family and friends, love and kindness.  Even folks in the Southern Hemisphere experience shrouds of that darkness. Why? Because Christmas is not about all that…Christmas is Emmanuel, God With US!  He is with us whether we are having a great year or an unbelievably lousy one.

All we have to do is OPEN OUR EYES and BELIEVE.

Then Jesus said, “Did I not tell you that if you believe, you will see the glory of God?”
‭‭John‬ ‭11:40‬ ‭NIV‬‬

400 Years: Advent 2015


Four hundred years without a word

Four hundred years performing the sacrifices, following the traditions, interpreting and reinterpreting the laws and the prophets

Four hundred years of squabbles among religious leaders, with two main parties, the Pharisees and the Sadducees emerging

Four hundred years of humanistic, ritualistic, legalistic and for the Sadducees, pragmatic and progressive actions.

Four hundred years without a word.


“The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us.”
He came for all, but some had wrapped themselves so tightly in their own interpretations, their own way of doing things, their own defensive stances that
His voice was unrecognizable. Their ears so attuned to their own rhetoric that He became the enemy.

Emmanuel, God with us, how will we respond?

“Although the Lord gives you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, your teachers will be hidden no more; with your own eyes you will see them. Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.””
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭30:20-21‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Emmanuel, God with us, Will WE HEAR HIS VOICE?

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