Author: Penny L. Hunt

I can hardly believe it. Just when I thought hurricane Florence was gone for good—news reports now say it’s reforming and threatening to bring further misery and devastation to the Carolinas. And isn’t that how…

What myths have you believed about asking for help?  Asking for help is a sign of weakness.  No one has time for my problems-they have problems of their own.  Asking for help just makes it worse and then you’re beholding…

Ever had a day when everything went south?    The phone rings or you get an emergency text and WHAM! everything’s upside down and out of control.   I recently had a day like that. I called my sister to see…

Have you ever noticed how the near impossible task of forgiving a grievous wrongdoing is laid at the feet of the victim rather than the perpetrator? So, what’s a victim to do? Forget it and try to move on? Stuff it and let the bitterness bubble…

Uh – maybe not so much… All the changes that come with summer, sky-high air-conditioning and water bills, family reunions, kids out of school,additional yard work, out-of-town guests, co-workers on vacation, a vacations you end up needing a vacation from, sunburn and mosquitoes—may have…

Do you remember what the person who married you said? Maybe you do – maybe you don’t. Maybe they didn’t say anything worth remembering or maybe all that was said was, “I now pronounce you man and wife.”  I must admit,…

What anniversaries do you remember? Hard on the heart to remember is June 6, 1944—D Day—but an anniversary not to be forgotten.  Easier to recall is my memory of June 1987. We were stationedin Paris, France and invited to spend a weekend with friends at their mountain home in La Brigue, near the Italian…

There are two kinds of goals in this world. Simple goals, and goals simply stated. My goal for today is simple: Bring glory and honor to God through all I say, think and do.  Simply stated… but not a simple goal….

“Can’t you control that child?” screamed a stranger at my daughter. “No,” I answered, “she can’t!” At that particular moment no one could control my severely autistic granddaughter who was having a complete melt down…

Several months after my daughter left us on her personal journey of discovery I stopped praying for her. My Bible study prayer partner called me on it. After we’dswapped written prayer requests for the week…