If Life itself were like a MONOPOLY board, Life would have 40 spaces to land on. And passing Go would be like having birthdays.

My brain is tired but my heart is full after leading the Bible study of 25 psalms. . . I referred to this teaching as “a beta study” for the women who participated for nine weeks.

“If your mother hadn’t gone out there to Dallas and married your sorry daddy,” Aunt Bessie said my mother, “you could have had a happy life here. She would have married Pete Everett and he would have been your daddy.”

I’ve been writing and leading a women’s Bible study at my church.

Psalms to the Rescue I call it, for indeed many times throughout my life, psalms have rescued me. Righted me when upside down. “He drew me out of deep waters” (Psalm 18:16).

God has given me a God-centered perspective on life, the universe and everything, when all around voices cry “Crucify.”

We tell ourselves stories. The most important stories are the ones we tell ourselves about our own life. Everyone has stories worth telling themselves. Stories that continue to interest, to instruct or caution, keep us circling back.