Betty J. Slade

 

  • God has to get my attention

    It was prayer meeting day, the perfect time to examine personal conviction. Probably even a better time not to pick a fight with my Sweet Al — but it was inevitable. I caught Al mid-snooze as he sat propped up in his overstuffed leather recliner with the television blaring. “What is the television doing on? No one is watching it.” Al turned his head toward me, half opened his good eye and said, “I thought I was.” I took the remote and turned off the TV. “But, you’re not. I am overdosing on news …

  • The tapestry that is us

    I am amazed when I stop and think about the many people that have come into my life. Moreover, when the differences that bring us together seem greater than similarities that would otherwise do the same. There is a passage in Jeremiah where God says that he has plans for us. To paraphrase, I know the meticulously woven purposes that I am skillfully, carefully and intricately weaving together for your future. Our lives are such a tapestry of texture and color that are ever greater enhanced by tho…

  • Trapped in a crazy family

    Trapped in a car wash with fighting teenagers in their 40s and trapped in my own voice and a husband who wants to ask me questions, I wanted to shout, "You're driving me crazy." I woke up this morning with a cold and my voice was raspy, scratchy and I couldn't speak. I went to bed feeling great and woke up sick. My Sweet Al said, "Don't talk. It hurts your voice. You sound terrible." With hoarseness, I said, "OK." "Hug?" "I said OK." "Hugh?" "Al, you are making me talk. You are asking me questio…

  • When we can't see the forest for the trees

    A widow sold my friend a 1957 red Chevy. It was polished and detailed with chrome, and roared when it rolled. My friend said to her, "Your late husband must have spent hundreds of hours on this car." Her response, "Yes, he did. I wished I had the time with him that he spent on his car." Apparently, the widow saw more clearly than her husband did, but it was too late. Ouch! When I heard this, I was nailed to the wall. I knew I was guilty of the same thing. I missed the wrestling banquet this year…


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