Blinking Lessons

>> Wednesday, February 1, 2017

My eyes have been very dry.  Let me explain.  When I awakened, my first action was to place a finger on my eyelid and lift up, unsticking it from my eyeball.  At least my eye was open, but painful. As I shuffled to the bathroom, I kept ahold of the footboard because I was still not seeing clearly. Then I placed one eye drop in each eye, blinked a few times and my world showed up.

Once my glasses were placed on my nose, I could see. 

It seems the optical field is just now discovering that having dry eyes is a major problem in the world. So much so, that it was recommended to me that I attend a Dry Eye Clinic.  For two hours I was tested with various machines and instruments. As I placed my chin on the indicated cup, I looked through to a screen. The technician continued to make adjustments to the machine, so we just kept talking.

“Ok, that’s all for that test. You can set back.”

What test?

Pictures had been taken of my blinking. Guess what? When I blinked, my eyelid did not go all the way down to the bottom lid. In that lid across the bottom of the eye is where the moisture resides for your eyeball. I had already been tested to see if I actually had moisture in the tubes.  I did.  But because I did not blink all the way down, the liquid to moisten my eye stayed in the tube.

Thus, my dry eyes. 

She asked me to blink. Easy, right? Wrong. My eyelid action was called partial blinking. I was given a course in blinking exercises, to be completed as a regular part of my day. Another type of blinking activity included exercising during commercials or at the end of a chapter when reading.

I now know how to blink correctly. My eyes have improved dramatically. 

But I have a question. How many activities in our life are completed by rote and we have no idea we are not doing them correctly. Who knew I didn’t know how to blink? How about the task of studying? Not all children learn the same way. Is it possible the child who struggles needs to learn a new way of studying? What about the way we show love to our spouse? My husband and I had to learn what spoke love to the other.

Then there is the subject of Christianity. Is the way we do God working? Maybe we need some God lessons.

“So let’s keep focused on that goal, those of us who want everything God has for us. If any of you have something else in mind, something less than total commitment, God will clear your blurred vision—you’ll see it yet!” Philippians 3:15 (MSG)



>> Tuesday, December 13, 2016

I apologize to those of you who go on Facebook. I already posted this there. But many of you do not go on Facebook. Just want to thank you too. 

For those of you who don't know me that well, I have an analytical mind. Surprise. Surprise. So I've been aware this Christmas is harder than last year. Last year I was still in a fog. This year I'm very aware of what I'm missing. And no, I'm not in despair. Just dealing with it as it comes. So I'm focusing more on my birthday celebrations. That's working for me. I still sleep soundly all night. And there is definitely nothing wrong with my appetite. ☺️ I'm still functioning at work (guess my boss might have a few words to say). God is still right beside me. A few times these past days there has been only one set of footprints in the sand. His. My heart goes out to those who are truly struggling this season. Just let Him carry you. Christmas is about so much more than decorations and big dinners (nothing wrong with those). It's about that Baby who grew up. He makes all the difference in my life. And then there are you, my friends. You have all been such a support to me on this journey.

Merry Christmas.


Don't Stop Praying

>> Wednesday, November 9, 2016

I stayed up past my bedtime last night.  Way past.  I had voted, but more than that, I had prayed. Weeks ago a nationwide call had gone out for Christians to pray for one minute every day at 8:00 pm Central Time. I set an alarm on my iPhone. Sometimes it went off in unusual places and I had some explaining to do.

But I prayed faithfully for the election, for our country. I quoted a scripture.

“If my people, who are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”  2 Chronicles 7:14 (ASV)

During the evening, I deleted that alarm. The election was happening. I canceled my prayer time. How wrong that was. This morning I set my alarm again. Why would I quit praying now?

We have a new President Elect. It may not be the one you wanted. But he needs our prayers as he steps into a totally different role in his life. The world is watching us. I can’t even begin to understand the pressure on him.

I’m not into politics.  It certainly looks like a lot of hard work. And because you can’t please all of the people all of the time, a politician is always in trouble with someone. And so I pray for wisdom for Donald Trump, that he will surround himself with people of high integrity who can help bring our nation together. 

Jesus is still Lord. 


Guest Writer Jan Ackerson

>> Friday, November 4, 2016

I first met Jan Ackerson years ago at a Faithwriter’s Conference in Livonia, Michigan. I was a novice and she was the guru. During a private critique of my work, she spoke softly and gently defused my anxiety. I left that session with confidence that I could, indeed, some day be a writer.

Below is one of the stories featured in her new book. Each story is exactly 100 words in length, yet encompasses a complete tiny story.


There was still one basket left to hang on the clothesline, and Michelle’s arms ached. She was reaching for a pair of jeans when the ground started to rumble. Earthquake, she thought, and she knelt and placed her palms on the ground as if to stop it.

It was not an earthquake. Dozens—perhaps hundreds—of motorcycles came roaring past her yard, many with two riders, women with their arms loosely wrapped around the drivers’ waists. Some of the motorcyclists waved.

Michelle didn’t really want to go with them—but she wanted to be the type of girl who would.


If you enjoy tiny little stories like this, you can find 366 of them in
Stolen Postcards, available here: offreairpr- 20&camp=1789&creative=9325&linkCode=as2&creativeASIN=1922135399&linkId=ca1b70eb 7d88fc4aaa1b9678a29556b7

You can also read new 100-words stories on Mondays and Fridays on my blog:

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