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  • The God Who Sees Me

    Part I

    Blog | Sheryl Giesbrecht | February 25, 2020

    Ever feel overlooked, unnoticed, or invisible? I know, I have, too. As a student in a large third grade class, I longed to make a difference. I wanted to be a high achiever, to earn rewards and get good grades. The bottom line: I wanted to be accepted, feel secure and make a significant difference. I believed the lie that I was “worthless, no-good and would never amount to anything.” I did what I was told, yet failed anyway. To try and escape the pain and humiliation, I ran from the wholesome values I’d been taught as a child and began dabbling in the worlds’ ways to help me fit in.

  • If It Ain’t One Thing, It’s Another

    Blog | Gilbert Camacho | February 21, 2020

    Have you ever had one of those days?  You woke up with good intentions, but trouble found you like a hitchhiker waiting on the side of the road.  You wanted to get to work early but the car wouldn’t start, the suspense date just got moved up on that project you’re behind on, your routine car service turned into a major restoration, and the dog ate your child’s homework and you have a parent-teacher conference.  Somehow you survived and made it home for dinner. 

  • Living Generously

    Blog | Christine Vogelsang | February 20, 2020

    “Thank you for the invitation, but I’m sorry I can’t join the choir. I really enjoy singing, but I can’t always make rehearsals. My lupus sometimes flairs up, and I’m wiped out in the evenings.”

    Eloise was a wonderful singer. I knew that because I was sitting in front of her in church that morning and heard her lovely voice.

    “But Eloise, that doesn’t matter. You can still sing on Sunday when you’re able.”

    “I can? I thought I had to be at the rehearsal the week before we sang. That’s always been the rule in other choirs.”

  • ...But God!

    Blog | Karen McGuire | February 13, 2020

    What do candy, flowers and hearts have in common? If you guessed, Valentine’s Day you would be correct!! Someone, somewhere decided that these items would symbolize love. But what is love really?

    In the first four of its 15 definitions of love, Dictionary.com says this about love:  profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person; a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend; sexual passion or desire; a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.

  • Megan Pacheco

    Managing Millennials & Surviving Boomer Bosses

    Blog | Megan Pacheco | February 06, 2020

    You’re probably thinking – is this even possible?

    Is it possible to manage entitled, spoiled and lazy Millennials? Can anyone survive narcissistic, micromanaging and ego-driven Boomer bosses? 

    With so many stereotypes, research papers and anecdotal evidence about each generation, it's hard to make sense of the generational gap in the workplace today.



    Are the stereotypes real? Can we brand every individual by these generational stereotypes?

  • The Truth Will Set You Free

    Blog | Kim Rider | January 30, 2020

    How many times has someone lied to you? Your kids? Family? Friends? When my kids were smaller, it was fun to ask a question (to which I already knew the answer) and see how they would answer it. If there was any thought they might get into trouble they would give an untruthful answer. Then I would ask another question and they would build on their untruthful answer from the prior question. On and on, one lie after another, to cover their mistake. 

  • Remember!

    Blog | Karen McGuire | January 23, 2020

    Well, we’ve made it past the first of January with all the New Year’s resolutions mostly in the trash by now, I suppose. According to Hallmark and most retailers, it’s now time to gear up for Valentine’s Day. Isn’t it amazing how our years come and go based on the events of the calendar?

  • Limits

    Blog | Christine Vogelsang | January 14, 2020

    “Just be patient with me please. I need to step up with my good leg.”

    My mother was always calm and insistent when others tried to hurry her along. She paid attention to the challenges of stairs and steps. When I was two years old, she contracted polio, which left her weak in one of her legs. It also robbed her of the active life she had lived up until then. Bowling, golf, enthusiastic dancing were all part of her past life, a life I had never witnessed.

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