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The Bully

Not too long ago I was lunching with a colleague and found ourselves on the topic of being a doormat. Of course, the conversation was about workplace bullies. As we progressed farther into the subject, my colleague pointed out how I would be an excellent speaker on this topic for schools, company staff meetings, and conferences.

I was flattered. I am an excellent public speaker but yet had to laugh at the idea. The thought of professionally speaking about workplace bullies, a topic I’m passionate about, would let the world know my story – making me vulnerable to others. However, as the days have gone by I believe my colleague is correct; it’s time to share my story in hopes of helping someone else.

Have you ever noticed how women are bullied more in the workplace than men? In 2017 the Workplace Bullying Institute reported that males intimidate 70% more compared to the female bully at 30%. Males target females 65% of the time and focus another male 35% of the time. Females target other females 67% of the time and males 33% of the time.

Those statistics are crazy! Whatever happened to TEAM work?!

Never feel like you’re alone. Trust me you’re the target now; however, the bully will move on to someone else once you’re neutralized.

It’s crazy the different stories people share about their experience with bullies. Their experience has taken place either in school, the workplace or even in their own home. I’m not going to dive into bullying at home, that’s a different topic altogether, and I’m not sure you have another two maybe three hours to listen to that speech.

I’ve worked with and had to deal with so many different personalities since being in the workforce. People are not as kind to each other as they should be, why not?

Let me set the stage…

How many people grew up going to Sunday school, attending Vacation Bible School, going through confirmation classes and being confirmed – being a part of a church and church family. I did, primarily when my mom taught Sunday school. As the years went by and my life became busier with other activities, I didn’t attend church as often as I had in the past. Thanks to my upbringing with God, I know He’s there, I believe He’s protecting me, guiding and leading me down the path He wants me to follow.

Let’s move forward from my youth to marriage and family. That seems to be when people become more aware of the importance of not sleeping in on Sunday mornings, maybe even being a part of Wednesday night church activities. Parents want to set a good example for their children, right?! My children truly love going to church, and they miss it when we’re not able to attend. My husband and I found an AMAZING church family who we appreciate and feel blessed to belong.

Now I don’t have the Bible memorized, but I do know right from wrong. I’m always able to find strength, comfort, hope, and joy in His word. According to Luke 6:31 – treat others just as you want them to treat you. Not the exact words but at least you can understand the meaning.

Treat others as you want them to treat you – think about that for a moment. In my life, I value going beyond merely being kind to people, or going out of my way to be kind. I genuinely believe that those who do harm and evil to others will answer to Him, maybe not in this life, but once they leave this world.

Think about the first time you realized you were being bullied at work, that sinking feeling of how you can’t do anything right. The worst part, you don’t know why this is happening or what you’ve done wrong. You ask yourself the question, what if I approach the person to find out what I’ve done to them. Unfortunately, if they’re already bullying you, it’s not you, it’s them, so you’ll probably make the situation worse. Bullies aren’t receptive to admitting how their actions are inappropriate.

Women are typically jealous of each other; we’re a catty group, a product of society. Women face a lot of pressures. We need to have the perfect body, hair that looks just so, makeup that looks like we have a makeup artist living with us and of course the wardrobe. How could we ever live without all of the latest trends along with the must-have accessories?

We’re obsessed with others. When we believe they have more than us – they’re a threat. We tend to discourage each other or not be happy when someone else has success.

None of this should come as a shock to anyone. We’re raised to pay attention to other women in our lives; we’re taught to judge everything about them. We even judge our friends. Despite the idea of sisterhood, we’re more prone to be critical of each other more so than men are. This mentality carries over into the workplace where female on female bullying is on the rise.

Years ago my first real job was with a Fortune 500 company. At the time I didn’t realize how lucky I was – for awhile I was protected from the bullies; I wasn’t even aware. Over time I began to notice other women who were being bullied by their female coworkers. I didn’t understand how this could be happening. That’s just how naive I was to the insecurity and cruel ways of other women.

Let me share two different stories about female to female bullying:

Female #1 – a young lady named Tammy, this isn’t her real name, I can’t remember her real name; however, I do remember what happened to her. She had been hired as a switchboard operator and had worked her way from that position into the human resource department. I remember her as a genuine person, charming, smart, and she was so excited when she received a promotion. For a while, everything went well in her new department until they hired Barb. This person’s name is Barb, not really, but for this story, Barb is a good name for this character. Barb was fresh out of college and out to make a name for herself.

Barb spent a lot of time chatting with coworkers, flirting with the men, making inappropriate comments about her female coworkers, and being in everyone’s business. Barb fits the catty female profile perfectly.

Sadly for Tammy, it didn’t take long before Barb set her sights on getting Tammy fired. Tammy couldn’t do anything right, and it didn’t matter what she said, how many hours she put in, it was never good enough. No one realized how Barb was undermining Tammy. She spent time questioning the quality of Tammy’s work to their supervisor and doing it in a way where she seemed concerned that Tammy was hurting the company. Barb spent time commenting about Tammy’s poor performance and other untrue words about her character into conversations with other members of leadership and coworkers. Once this virus spread, Tammy was trapped. She couldn’t share with anyone, and she couldn’t speak with the human resource manager, she couldn’t even breathe without Barb throwing another log on the fire.

I came across Tammy one day answering calls at the switchboard. Being unaware of what had taken place, I stopped to chat for a moment. While I stood there, Tammy seemed uncomfortable. I asked if everything was alright?

The company we worked for was big brother on steroids times a million. Cameras everywhere, people assigned to listen to phone conversations, security checks through key badges, computer checks – they knew who you were talking to, where you were, and when you blew your nose.

Let’s go back to Tammy and our switchboard conversation. I had asked Tammy if she was ok, and I could tell she wanted to share something with me but wasn’t sure if she should. After several minutes with her looking around, she took a deep breathe then answered quietly, “I’m going to get fired,” she said. “I’ve been told that if I talk about this to anyone, they’ll escort me out immediately.”

“What ?” I answered. I was shocked. Someone who was always at work, serious about her job, and easy to work with, and they’re going to get fired for what?

“It’s Barb. She’s been trying to get me fired since the first day she started. They’re struggling to find anything to justify terminating me so they said I couldn’t handle my current job duties, they don’t need me upstairs anymore, and moved me back to the switchboard with a cut in my salary. The switchboard operator is a lower pay grade.”

She could tell by the look on my face and my silence how stunned I was. She quietly told me what time she would be taking lunch and where I could meet her. She needed someone to talk with about this, and she trusted me.

That day I met Tammy for lunch. It was so sad listening to everything that had taken place. She felt betrayed by a company where she had poured her heart and soul into her work. I was taken back with all of the horrible lies Barb had been telling about her. Tammy felt as if she was alone. A lot of the ladies she worked with had quit speaking to her, and she felt like everyone despised her.

Tammy did leave the company on her terms, and she handled the situation with grace. She was able to secure a good paying job elsewhere, and her nightmare with Barb ended. I ran into Tammy a few times over the next several years. She seemed to be doing well.

Female #2 – a young lady named Deb, which isn’t her real name. Deb was on the fast track. She was highly sought after for high profile projects, being in front of clients, you name it, Deb was the go-to-gal. The best part about Deb, her confidence and poise; she’s a real class act. I had the privilege of working with Deb on numerous projects. We worked well together and had mutual respect.

One day Deb stopped at my cubicle. Everyone else in my department had gone to break. I had stayed behind to work. Deb came to warn me how another female in my department was spreading lies about me along with one of the males in my department. Their character names will be Tina and Kelly.

Deb wanted me to know how Tina and Kelly had been working hard to get me fired. She knew I had no idea how they were doing the same thing to me that Barb had done to Tammy. I was in shock. I always said good morning to everyone in the department. I would find out how their day was going. We rarely worked on projects together, so I wasn’t involved with their assignments, and they weren’t involved with mine.

I didn’t say a lot, just listened to Deb. She shared with me how I’ve made such a good impression with upper management that their plan isn’t working. She said they’re getting frustrated and trying to figure out how to get our direct manager on board.

The last words she said to me was, “just keep being you, doing what you’re doing, and they’ll fail.”

She was correct. Their plan did fail as someone higher up in another department who didn’t care for the scheming pair requested to have me transferred. That was the end of Tina and Kelly’s crazy plan. Thanks to an honest coworker who took action, I walked away unscathed.

My story ended well; however, my coworker Deb’s story took a wrong turn.

Deb became Tina and Kelly’s next target. This time they were able to bring their manager John on board. Once John got involved it was all over for Deb. It became unreal – a real nightmare. Who would have thought that in a professional environment so many ignorant things were happening?! Without warning, corporate HR showed up, put Deb through the wringer with a lot of trumped-up accusations, and escorted her out the door.

There’s a lot to Deb’s story and what she went through at the hands of others. So much lying and pettiness from Tina and Kelly and for what reason; to ruin Deb’s reputation with her employer?!

Now don’t worry about Deb. She’s resilient. Deb’s the real deal when it comes to her skills, talents, and personality – she’s an actual class act! That’s why she was a threat to Tina and Kelly – those who can’t make it any other way but to make someone else look bad.

With all the various pieces of literature about workplace bullying, the theme is always the same – men bullying men or men bullying women; women bullying women or women bullying men – the bully knows if they abuse others, they’ll get ahead.

The target? Someone they’re threatened by, a person who has something they don’t – confidence, talent, and skills. When the target is doing well, the bully becomes exposed for who they are – a phony.

The victim, without doing any wrong, will either end up in the hot seat being threatened with dismissal or decide it’s not worth the hassle and leave the toxic environment on their own. Each time the bully wins their confidence grows, and they move on to the next target.

It was August 2018 when my bully made her move. My bully’s name is Kris, not really but this fictitious name works for my story. Little did I know when Kris had entered my life not quite two years earlier how she would set her sites on making sure I would no longer be a part of a company she had claimed as her own.

The sad part about Kris is she was hired as an assistant to a higher ranking female; however, the first time I met Kris it was apparent she wasn’t interested in being an assistant, she had taken the position to get into the company. It didn’t take Kris long to create a new position and role as a corporate executive. It’s challenging to give Kris kudos for being ambitious; she’s a real bully. Kris dismisses others ideas, points out to people how she’s more qualified and is good at making rude and judgmental remarks about others.

When Kris and her supervisor made their introduction visit to my location, I was taken back at how disrespectful and rude Kris was toward the woman who had hired her. She would blatantly argue with everything her supervisor said, and her body language told it’s own story – eye rolls, shaking her head, the hand wave of dismissal, and so on. When her supervisor wasn’t within earshot, Kris would throw out snide remarks. It was apparent, Kris had an agenda, and it did not include being an assistant.

Kris was successful in creating an executive position for herself and had access to all of upper management daily. Unbeknownst to me, she had been planting seeds of how I wasn’t doing my job and other lies that she claimed to know about me first hand. She made sure to share her professional opinion about me as Kris didn’t see any hope for me and they should cut ties.

The day Kris made a special trip to my location with the premise of completing my yearly evaluation. I thought this was an odd visit as I rarely had contact with her, she was supposed to be on a weekly call with me and a few others I worked with, but most often she had other commitments so at best she joined the conference call once every two or three months. Kris had made herself the go-to resource, but she would never respond when I asked for her advice. I never once received any support from Kris, but yet no one saw this as a problem.

Kris began our meeting by boasting of how she had been firing the employees who she hadn’t hired. She made the bold statement “if I didn’t hire you, then I’m going to fire you.” The look on my face told her I didn’t understand why she would terminate so many people who held the same position as I did at other locations. Kris was feeling invincible and didn’t hesitate to let me know how it’s her way or the highway, and I’m the last one on her list to dismiss. I was stunned.

At the time things were going well at my location, so I wasn’t sure how to take this bold statement Kris made. I was shocked at how someone holding a higher position would speak this way. What happened to professionalism and appropriate conversations?!

That day was a nightmare. Kris spent her time belittling me. I was too shocked to walk away; I feared if I did my job would be gone. She had requested that I schedule three appointments. She expressed her concern with the business-to-business relationships I had developed; she boldly stated that I had tarnished the reputation of the business I was representing.

Kris spent so much time sharing how much she despised me, talking about her spouse narrowing down three different luxury vehicles for her to test drive that afternoon and her upcoming all-inclusive getaway with her sorority sisters that we only had time for one appointment. Now I had to deal with the aftermath of explaining to the other two businesses why we missed scheduled meetings with them.

The one appointment we did keep was a disaster; it was embarrassing. We met with the manager and her assistant, both females. Immediately Kris and the manager began to spar. I felt like I was watching a tennis match. Each woman in power making sure the other was aware of how great she is, and why she is better than the other. Then Kris began talking about the day-to-day operations at my location. She shared a lot of information. A majority was incorrect, and yet I knew to keep my mouth closed. In her eyes, she was building a relationship.

Kris’s audience was surprised too. I could tell by her expression how she couldn’t believe how Kris, who doesn’t work in this market, would reveal information that’ll be used against us. I’m not sure Kris knows how to build relationships – she’s too busy making sure people are aware of her knowledge.

When we left the meeting, the first thing Kris said, “see how easy that was for me to open up and be vulnerable? We were sharing. I hope you took notes and learned from this.”

I didn’t even have a chance to answer as Kris looked at her watch and informed me how she needed to head home. Her husband was waiting for her at the luxury car dealer – she had three new vehicles to drive yet that day. She was too excited about choosing a new car even to realize the chaos she had created.

Kris intended to harm me that day – that was obvious. As the months continued her campaign to oust me went in her favor. Slowly the changes in the market affected my location. I reached out for help and heard nothing in return. For her, a cover-up was easy as no one would doubt what she said.

While I focused on my work, the Queen Bee spent a lot of time and effort to blacken my name. I knew the day was coming when I would move on – no regrets as I loved where I was but was ready to leave.

Even though Kris can mark me off her list, her spiteful tongue has moved on to harm another.

Psalm 138:7: Though I walk in the midst of trouble, you preserve my life; you stretch out your hand against the wrath of my enemies, and your right hand delivers me.

Wipe Your Feet Please

Recently I was asked, “what do you mean, wipe your feet?” My response, “haven’t you ever been someone’s doormat?”

They didn’t need to answer, the look on their face said it all… yes, they’ve been a doormat.

Think back to the first time you were so excited about something you had worked hard to achieve to only have it ripped away. And why, because another person made sure you wouldn’t get ahead? Or was it because their lack of effort came to light and  they decided to lash out at you instead of focusing on themselves?

We’ve all been on the receiving end, some more than others. And, we’ve all dealt with those that choose to take what isn’t theirs.

How does someone sleep at night when they’ve wronged another person? Unfortunately, in their eyes they’re in the right and they can take whatever they want without consequence.

How did they become this way, not realizing that everything isn’t for them? Did it start with their youth having everything handed to them? Did they ever learn to be a team player?

It’s quite a show watching the same adults and their children as their sense of entitlement comes to light as they step on others.

Several years ago a parent who caused lots of chaos for my child’s sports team said to me, “I just want my child to have the same success.” No one had denied her child a part of anything; however, this parent’s actions were harsh towards other children as she did whatever it took push her own to the top. As time has gone by, those children act the same as their parent – stepping on anyone who may do better than them.

Life can be challenging, but I truly believe honesty and hard work will get you farther than being sneaky and trying to undermine someone else.

Romans 12:21: Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.


Have you ever taken a step back and wondered where time has gone? Every year as one closes out and another begins there is always recaps of the years past, how many years ago something took place, and so on… I look back with the thoughts of what have I done?

It’s easy to trace my work history; no secret where I’ve been or what I’ve done with my career. My desk holds numerous years of paper planners, yes you read correctly, paper planners that not only hold my daily schedule but also each family member’s schedule. Coordinating multiple activities, meetings, obligations and commitments takes more than a quick glance of the calendar on my phone.

Today I ponder the question of what have I really done with my life? I’m not talking about the typical things such as college, family or work. I’m looking beyond that part; what is it I’ve really done. Hmmm…. that is the question that’s difficult to answer as I’m not sure if it’s about me and what I’ve always dreamed of doing, or is it about what I’ve done for others before myself.

Some people talk about the beginning of a new year and wanting a fresh start with a different company or even changing careers. Others say they’re going to focus more on themselves – changes to help move a person in the right direction?

I’ve always wanted to be a full time writer, someone who becomes the author everyone clamors to read; however, I’m continually pulled in a different direction. Maybe the fear of failure is too great or it’s easier to put this dream on hold to take care of my family, make sure I’m doing well at work, or commit myself elsewhere so I won’t fail.

Continually I encourage my children to follow their dreams. To put in the effort and time needed to get where they want to be, and yet I hold back without following my own advice. Maybe that’s where I fall, at the crossroads of time past and what’s ahead.

2 Chronicles 15:7 But as for you, be strong and do not give up, for your work will be rewarded.

It’s Ok

I haven’t written for awhile, not really sure why. Nothing bad has happened, nothing super amazing has happened, just the same day-in-day-out. Everyone goes through it, the hustle and bustle of family, work, activities, commitments, trying to keep up with everything at home while trying to feel good about myself. There are times it’s just chaotic!

I have been working on my book, not my first book but my other book, the piece that’s coming together nicely; the first book needs a lot of rework. It’s ok though, I’m good with letting it sit for awhile before tearing it apart to only make it better. My goal to write something everyday on my site has fallen by the wayside. I keep telling myself that it’s ok, if inspiration hits for my latest book then write… and write… and write!

I have found myself kind of blah about things, not overly enthusiastic but not negative either. Just going through the motions. I actually had a person tell me that I was negative just because I gave an honest answer. Hey, if you didn’t want to hear it then don’t tell me that you want my honest opinion. Oh, and they’re upset with me too because I disagreed with them, they’re trying to chop my head off. Oh my, I’m not always gong to agree with you nor you with me. It’d be an awful world if we all just said yes. It’s ok though, I did nothing wrong; they’re just upset that someone actually had guts to stand on their own.

I have been looking closely at the job boards again. Not that I’m leaving my current position anytime soon, heck who knows after disagreeing with a coworker, but I know that where I’m at now isn’t where I’ll be in the days to come. It’s ok though, my ultimate goal is to have my book published and that it’s a best seller. A book tour and promoting my work would be a dream come true, but in the meantime I’ll stay the course, continue my work and keep my out for the next opportunity.

I have been learning to say no. Really, it’s just something that I don’t like to tell people when they ask for my help. I get myself into scheduling crunches, deadline crunches, overload with personal commitment crunches… my work is always done, done well and I come through each and every time, but sometimes the stress is just too much to continue to handle. It’s ok though, I can say no and people don’t get mad, they just have to ask someone else.

James 1: 2-4: Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.


You Reap What You Sow

We’ve all worked with that person, the one that always looks over everyone else’s shoulders, their concerned about others’ work and they’re always talking behind your back. They’re not happy with their life and chose to make the workplace their playground.

As an outsider looking in, I would never have dreamed that this one particular coworker would be this way; however, in time I learned. It started just a few months into working with this person, they would make comments about others in the workplace. I’m not one to talk poorly about another person as I don’t walk in their shoes. I was taken back by the comments but considered that possibly something was going on in their personal life affecting their emotions and judgement.

It wasn’t long before I figured out that this person isn’t happy with their life and will turn on others without reason. I was shocked to learn how my coworker had been speaking about me behind my back; no different than what they had been saying about others. It’s disappointing, and I shouldn’t have been surprised as we all know that people that have nothing good to say about others will target everyone and anyone.

I truly believe that a person who is good to others and works hard no matter what their profession will when the time is right enjoy the fruits of their labors. Those, like my coworker that chooses to spend their time being miserable will never enjoy the rewards.

Galatians 6:7-8: Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap. For the one who sows to his own flesh will from the flesh reap corruption, but the one who sows to the Spirit will from the Spirit reap eternal life.



Have you ever gotten off-track, without realizing? How often have you found yourself starting, stopping, starting, stopping – and then without realizing you’ve gone nowhere and accomplished nothing. With the distractions of social media, email, video chat, and life, we find ourselves spinning with no end in sight.

Many times I think of how I need to continue my writing. My daily inspirational insight has gone unattended for months. I even moved my unfinished book to an online site so that I can take a moment here and there to continue with that work too, even when I’m sitting at one of my children’s activities.

For whatever reason, everything still sits. Maybe I overthink my writing. That has crossed my mind. Instead of relaxing and letting the story flow, I find myself choosing the perfect words so that each sentence is just so. My downfall at times is I’m a perfectionist. It’s difficult for me to settle for less.

At times I wonder if the unknown of catching a break and being picked up by a publisher holds me back. Change is scary, something I shouldn’t shy away from considering I’ve done well with throughout my professional career in public relations and marketing.

How to get back on track, to stay focused and not falter.

Jeremiah 29:11: For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.

The Pain

The pain of having your job ripped from you is devastating; it leaves a hole in your heart. At first, you’re in shock, not sure if this is happening or if you’re dreaming. And then it hits, like lightning ripping through your being. Stunned, you ask why followed by what did I do wrong?

You know the answer, and it makes you scream! Someone you’ve never met, who holds a seat in the ivory tower has decided you’re not needed. Without caring about the hours you’ve put into your position, the personal sacrifices you’ve made, you aren’t necessary. You find yourself stumbling to safety, your eyes filled with tears, your mind racing with the unknown.

What now? What am I going to do? How will I pay my bills or support my family? Insult to injury – there isn’t a severance package, just a paycheck for forty hours that week. And, being told you’ll be paid for a full day even though they’re dismissing you at 4 p.m. The only words that come to mind are gee, thanks, I’ve been here since 6:15 a.m. and haven’t had lunch yet.

At first, you wonder how you didn’t see this coming. Your supervisor along with the regional team has known for months that your position would be eliminated, and yet they said nothing; not even out of courtesy for your family. The pain grows thinking of how you trusted them, how you were never anything but honest with them, but yet they were not with you.

How is my family going to survive?

Romans 8:28: And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.


Have you ever had one of those days? You know the one where you’ve done a lot but accomplished nothing? Typically it’s not a bad day, just busy and nonproductive.

When the five o’clock hour approached yesterday, I couldn’t believe how much I hadn’t gotten done even though I had been busy from the moment I walked in the door. How does this happen? How did I put in a 10 hour day and complete nothing for the day? I didn’t even stop for lunch, just snacked on everything in sight because I had so much to do.

While at home I found myself thinking about my unproductive day. I should have put everything behind me, but I couldn’t. My day kept playing over and over in my mind. I wasn’t bothered, just shaking my head at not being able to let the day go.

My first thought was a trip to the gym, which always makes me feel better, that would be the answer to letting go of the day. After shuffling children to and from their nighttime activities, I made my way to the gym where it’s just me and my music. Such a good feeling to focus on nothing; however, all too soon that distraction was over.

I decided that I would look over the notes from the day to figure out why I was so restless. As I read through my day, I thought about everything I had worked on, the phone calls I had taken, the people I helped, and then I realized how productive my day had been. I had accomplished a lot – prep work for projects, made sure those in need of assistance had been taken care of, resolved numerous problems, and did all of this between 7 a.m. and 6 p.m.

I took a deep breath and smiled, even though I felt as if I had done nothing but spin my wheels all day; I had accomplished a lot – it was a good day!

John 14:27: Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

Keep Your Eye on the Prize

We all have a to-do list, whether it’s daily, weekly or monthly, we all know what needs taken care of in our lives. It’s easy to flow through your life making sure the daily chores are taken care of, bills paid, children off to where they need to be – it’s a routine.

The question I find myself asking is where are you going in your life?

Years ago, I found myself tasked with a variety of writing assignments that ranged from marketing campaigns, relationship management, and customer service enhancement, incident mitigation; executive messaging, scripting and speeches, public relations, research, product literature, web content, social media management as well as advertising, and proposals. It didn’t matter what the piece was; I was called upon to be the lead writer.

What was disheartening was that no one appreciated my ability to research, how I took time to understand the topic and how I could let the words gracefully flow resulting in works of art. Okay, not works of art, but amazing pieces that benefited my employer, and with the types of projects I was assigned, I knew what I was producing was top notch.

During my time of writing for everyone else I found that my love and enjoyment for writing would lead me down a different path, one that wasn’t going to be easy, one that I would put on hold time and time again, one that would take years to accomplish. It’s easy to go to work and know what you need to achieve for the day. It’s not difficult to go home at the end of the workday and take of care things there; however, it’s difficult to do something for yourself.

The day I began to pen my novel series, well, I didn’t realize what a long road it would be. I’m sure I’m not the only writer that gets excited when they have what they believe is a bomb of an idea for a story and can’t wait to let the thoughts in their head spill out for all to read. It’s a good feeling to know that once you’ve written, and rewritten, and tweaked, and started over, and stopped, and started again, and again, and again, that when you feel your work is finally ready for the next step someone will jump at the chance to represent your work – oh wait, now the tricky part begins, correct?!

It’s exciting to read about others who have made it, and they’re a published author! Typically their road was filled with bumps too. You can hear their joy as they proudly announce how they’ve signed with an agent and their book is one step closer for the world to read.

That’s motivation for those of us who dream of being the next Stephen King or J.K. Rowling — just knowing that one day too we will be there, that we will be an inspiration for others to not give up on their dream of being a number one selling author — inspiring someone else to write, inspiring someone to read!

2 Chronicles 15:7: But as for you, be strong and do not give up, for your work will be rewarded.

It’s Just a Game

As I watched my daughter play basketball, I could tell by her facial expression that something wasn’t right. She’s a fierce competitor, one of those players people enjoy watching because she plays the game. She learned at an early age that no matter how the game is going, always be a good sport – a gracious winner and a gracious loser.

Her team was playing zone, and she was guarding the other team’s most prominent player. The opposing player dwarfed my daughter quite considerably. No worries there, my daughter isn’t intimidated by the size, she knows how to adjust her game and handled the other girl well.

As the game progressed, my daughter’s quickness and ability to anticipate the other player’s moves frustrated her opponent. Her opponent began to play rougher, not the usual pushing on each other, she took every opportunity to throw her elbow into my daughter’s side, scratch her with her fingernails, knock into her with her knees and hold her jersey.

My ballplayer once again stepped up her game and continued to outplay her opponent, and that’s when the verbal attack began.

As time began to wind down, and the score so close that either team could win, I could see by my daughter’s expression that she had had enough. At the time I didn’t realize that the 11-year-old girl my daughter was facing had been using profanity toward her and that was her breaking point.

Even though the outcome of the game wasn’t in my daughter’s team’s favor, my little girl hung tough and didn’t let off until the buzzer signaled the end of the game. I’m proud of my daughter. She handled herself with class on and off the court.

Philippians 4:13: I can do all things through him who strengthens me.