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Religion

  • God’s mercy: The original GPS

    It all started when I was a kid bothering my dad and he told me to get lost.

    Ever the obedient child, I did, and I’ve been getting lost ever since.

    Oh, I jest.

    Seriously, I have no sense of direction, which for many years was a major source of contention between me and the newspaper’s photographer. In giving him directions to a photo assignment, I would often get something wrong and he’d end up in a swamp or empty field.

  • Wantology 101

    Just when you think there’s nothing new under the sun, something new comes along.

    There’s a new field of psychology called “wantology.” It’s an actual field of expertise where “wantologists” help people discern or define their wants and desires and then help them work out a plan to achieve them.

    That’s what I want — a wantologist!

  • Ode to the Greatly Offended among us

    One night several weeks ago, my husband said good night, ran into the bedroom and locked the door — something he’s done dozens of times, always in a playful, good-natured way, always unlocking it within seconds.

    I usually laugh, except when I don’t, like that one night several weeks ago.

    That night, for whatever reason, I decided to be Greatly Offended.

  • Grace offers wellness

    If you are lacking medical insurance, do not qualify for Medicaid or are financially strapped, you may find welcome help at one of the newest health clinics in Citrus County in Homosassa.

    Dr. Geoffrey Roberts, a doctor in Citrus County since 1986, emerged from retirement this month as a consulting physician at the new Grace Clinic primary care center in on U.S. 19 in Homosassa, founded by DNP John Hess.

  • Life lessons in the mud

    Although I personally don’t get the fascination with running races through mud, these days lots of people do.

    A few years ago, my two daughters did a mud race together. My oldest daughter, Alison, said the obstacles freaked her out and she doesn’t like climbing cargo nets and was leery of leaping over fire. 

  • Keepin' mama happy

    Maybe you’ve heard the Southern saying, “If Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.”

    It’s one of my favorite sayings. First of all, I like saying ain’t. (It makes me happy.) 

    Second, since I truly want others to be happy, it’s good to know the way to achieve that is to make myself happy first. For the good of mankind, it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.

  • Grace Notes 6/7/14: The problem with dating your phone

    “I love texting! It’s so much more impersonal than talking face to face.” 

    — A text from me to my friend Tara

     

    In the movie “Her,” a man in Los Angeles dates his smartphone.

    It’s not as far-fetched as it sounds.

  • Judi's Journal 6/7/14: Fifty years after Unisphere

    I have a photograph. It’s an old black and white taken by a Kodak instamatic camera. I remember the outfit I was wearing. It was a madras plaid blouse woven in burgundy and navy hues, and I have on a pair of navy Bermuda shorts. My mother had a blouse just like it; it was cool to dress alike back then. I am standing in front of some whimsical animals made out of car parts. I was 17 years old, and it was my idea to come to this place. It was 50 years ago and I was at the New York World’s Fair at the General Motors Pavilion.

  • Raising mine Ebenezer

    Unlike the ancient Israelites, I’m not in the habit of naming rocks. Not being judgmental, just never thought to do so.

    Apparently, the Philistines were set to slaughter the Israelites. Full-on assault, take no prisoners.

    If you recall from the story of David and Goliath, the Philistines were huge, mean and scary. 

    So, when the Israelites heard about the upcoming attack, they went to their leader, Samuel, and begged him to ask God to save them.

  • Thanks all around for efforts of volunteers

    After seven years of writing columns for the Chronicle about the Withlacoochee State Trail, my columns will now be located in the Excursions section of the paper and will normally run on the second Sunday of each month. I hope you will continue to read them and let me hear from you about the trail.