As my 14 year old grandchild approaches driving age, I have been thinking about my brave dad as he taught me to drive a stick shift many years ago, and my mother’s white knuckles the first time she was my passenger. As humorous as this recollection may seem, there is a lesson to be found in it. When trying to find hope on the road of life, is forgetting the past a good thing, or not?
Do you ever feel like a failure? I know I have at times. There are certain life events that can be devastating. People sometimes feel like they have a giant “F” on their foreheads announcing to the world what happened. Have you ever felt that way? Do you want to know how to rise above the past? (read more)