When someone is dependable, they are usually on time, are reliable, can be trusted, have integrity, do what they say they are going to do, work without supervision, pay attention to details, and are respectable.
We may think, we’ve got this, but what we really need is to know how to help our spouse or kids become more dependable . . . because they don’t seem to get it.
Why is it natural for us to point the finger at those around us instead of (more…)
By Trina Bresser Matous
When Adam and Eve chose to heed the serpent and eat the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, they chose to assert their independence. They were striking out apart from God rather than acknowledging their need for and dependence on Him. Ever since, humanity has been following in Adam and Eve’s footsteps.
Today our culture fully embraces independence. We value pulling ourselves up by our bootstraps, doing it our way, looking out for #1, and making sure we are top dog in a dog eat dog world. As much as we value independence, it is not what God had in mind when He called a people to Himself. (more…)
“I thought I could trust him.” Have you ever said that?
People can disappoint and hurt us. We think we know them and can trust them, but find out later how naïve we really were. In our own mind we contemplate ideas of how we can change them, but in reality we really have no control. We can’t control or change them at all. They don’t seem to see things the way we see them.
There are many reasons people are untrustworthy. (more…)
By Ann Cooke
July is almost over. Parades have come and gone. Fireworks fade in our memory as they did in the sky, and flags are being taken down. But my thoughts are still on our country and the freedom we have to enjoy.
So many times Americans take their freedom for granted. Many fail to understand the true cost of the liberties we enjoy.
There is a song that we used to sing in school. The title is “Freedom Isn’t Free” and in the chorus are these words: (more…)
by Kim Gunderson
“Higher!” I cried.
Leaning in, my hands grasping his, my dad pushed me up as I balanced my little four-year-old body against his feet. I giggled and he laughed as he stretched his legs as far as they would go.
“I’m flying!” I looked down at my dad and saw his smile. It filled every inch of his face and reflected my own.
Suddenly, I twisted. Maybe from the giggling or maybe his feet hit my ticklish spot, whatever the cause, I lost my perch on top of his feet and toppled headfirst toward the ground. (more…)