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Busy, Alone and Drained: One “Power Couple’s” Tale of Quitting Everything

 

Kris WolfeClarksville, TN – A few years ago, I was working at a table in the church lobby. A pastor’s wife (whose husband no longer worked in the Clarksville area) told me sheepishly that they weren’t doing much in the way of volunteerism anymore.

I said sincerely and empathetically, “Well sometimes your family has to be your ministry.” I meant it – for her of course. My ministry was the WORLD. Or at least it seemed.

In our busy lives, we need to make time for ourselve, our spouse and our family.

In our busy lives, we need to make time for ourselve, our spouse and our family.

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Kris Wolf: How to Recover from Rejection

 

Kris WolfeClarksville, TN – Self-esteem reminds me of a water balloon dipped in tanning oil. We want to have a handle on it, but our grasp is momentary at best.

And the ego. Well the ego is a savage. A hungry carnivore leaving a trail of messy carnage, if left to its own devices.

I am going to speak to the female ego and self-esteem here, but fellas, you can probably relate too. Yet there is something special about how women feed their ego, and thus experience a positive self-esteem.

I have yet to meet a man Who can change the will of GOD. «Read the rest of this article»


Kris Wolfe: She Was Just a Receptionist

 

Kris WolfeClarksville, TN – Recently, my husband and I attended a conference for motorcycle dealers from all over the country. It was a 2-day event, held in a hotel with meals and speaking/training carefully coordinated.

I met the lady who did all of the planning on the way into the opening dinner and then happened to be seated next to her. Everyone was introducing themselves and their lofty titles with the company, so I asked her, “What is your official title?” She said, “Oh I’m just a receptionist. I’m no one important.”

What?

Just a receptionist? But being important is not the same as looking important. And being important has a lot more to do with who we are than who we appear to be.

Just a receptionist? But being important is not the same as looking important. And being important has a lot more to do with who we are than who we appear to be.

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Let Me Sow Light, Where There Is Darkness

 

This is the fifth and final of a series of articles based on the prayer of St. Francis of Assisi beginning, “Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.”

St. Francis of Assisi

St. Francis of Assisi

Clarksville, TN – Many small children are afraid of the dark. “Scare me! Scare me!” usually results in a story in which darkness plays a role. Amazingly, a night light can help avoid extreme fear during the night. A dimmer switch on the night light can be over time lowered until the fear is overcome.

Somehow the idea that something sinister is lurking as soon as the lights go out is a common fear. With the number of terrifying movies and television programs that many children are being allowed to watch these days, it is amazing that many of them can even go to sleep!

As a teacher, I am flabbergasted when the children, ages five to 11, begin to tell me that they have seen Freddy Krueger, scenes from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, etc. The nightmares that follow lead one to believe that parental neglect in choosing appropriate entertainment can affect a child throughout life.

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Let Me Sow Hope, Where There Is Despair

 

This is the fourth of a series of articles based on the prayer of St. Francis of Assisi beginning, “Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.”

St. Francis of Assisi

St. Francis of Assisi

Clarksville, TN – The short days of winter can set up feelings of despair in the best of us. We long for the green leaves of spring, the flowers, the warmth that pervades the atmosphere, the lightness of spirit that comes in hearing the songs of birds and the renewal of the Earth’s beauty.

Almost everyone at one time or another suffers from “winter blues” when you want to sleep more and eat more and wish away the cold winter months.

For others, these short days actually set up a chemical reaction in the brain now branded SAD (seasonal affective disorder). Symptoms can begin as early as September and continue through April, but the worst days are the darkest days when one feels that he gets up in darkness and returns from work in darkness.

Seasonal affective disorder

Seasonal affective disorder

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Let Me Sow Faith, Where There Is Doubt

 

This is the third of a series of articles based on the prayer of St. Francis of Assisi beginning, “Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.”

St. Francis of Assisi

St. Francis of Assisi

Clarksville, TN – St. Francis was born in 1182. His name at birth was Giovanni Bernadone, the son of Pietro and Picca Bernadone. His father, a cloth merchant, was probably the richest man in Assisi, Italy. Giovanni was nicknamed “Francis” (“Francesco” in Italian) supposedly because of his father’s love of France where he traded a great deal.

Francis lived the typical life of a spoiled rich young man during the time of the Troubadours. He loved to sing, wear expensive clothes, had a witty sense of humor, and was known to be the leader of frolic and good times with the young men of the town. He went to war as a soldier fighting for Assisi in 1204.

During his days as a soldier he contracted an illness and he is reported to have had a vision that caused him to return home and to lose his lust for a worldly life. He went on a pilgrimage to Rome and begged with beggars. This strengthened in him a desire for the life of poverty and returning home to Assisi, he began preaching in the streets, giving his money to charitable causes, and rebuilding churches that had fallen into ruin.

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Greatest Gifts of All

 

Greatest_GiftClarksville, TN – Christmas is the time of year when we should give some serious thought to the process of giving and what it really means to show our love to others.

I suspect that if most of us tried to remember the best gifts we’ve ever received, we’d find that many of them didn’t necessarily cost a great deal of money. Instead they had a lovely share of thoughtfulness behind them.

One of the gifts I received that I’ll never forget was from a blind man who sat for several hours at his tape recorder and taped for me music he believed I’d enjoy and some of his own words about what my friendship for him had meant. Another gift I’ll never forget came from a student and her mother who made a CD of favorite Christmas songs for me. I listen to that CD in my car every Christmas because it has so many classics like Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas” and James Taylor’s “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.”

Other gifts I’ve received are on a different scale.

Jesus in the Manger

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Christmas is the Day Jesus was Born

 

Written by Dinah Maria Mulock

Jesus in the mangerGod rest ye, merry gentlemen; let nothing you dismay,
For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.

The dawn rose red o’er Bethlehem, the stars shone through the gray,
When Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.

Jesus

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Kris Wolfe: The Missing Ingredient in Church (ISO “Hazel”)

 

Kris WolfeClarksville, TN – I started attending church in the 80’s. I was 12, and very intimidated by the church scene. All the kids knew stuff. They knew about people from the Bible. They had verses memorized. They had always been in church.

I felt like a deviant weirdo misfit on a weekly basis. I didn’t hate church, but I can’t say that I liked it.

Well except on potluck days. Then I loved church.

It wasn’t just the creamy green bean casserole with fried crunchy onions on top. It wasn’t the potluck itself. What I really liked was not something you’d think a 12 year old would even care about.

Church Community «Read the rest of this article»


Please Don’t Think You Know Me

 

Kris WolfeClarksville, TN – Please don’t think you “know” me.

Please don’t take a look at me, or even my public self on social media and think you got me all figured out.

Just because I am a woman, does not mean I cannot take charge.

Just because I am little, doesn’t mean I won’t put up a fight.

Just because I am a Christian, doesn’t mean I am judging you. «Read the rest of this article»




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