by kimgalgano@chickswithchoices.com | Apr 5, 2015 | doubt, Holidays, Jesus, Sunday's Reflections
“New Rule: Someone must x-ray my stomach to see if the Peeps I ate on Easter are still in there, intact and completely undigested. And I’m not talking about this past Easter. I’m talking about the last time I celebrated Easter, in 1962.” ~Bill Maher Not...
by kimgalgano@chickswithchoices.com | Apr 1, 2015 | authenticity, emotions, Jesus, Relationships, Vulnerability, Wednesday's Action
“Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’ ‘Does it hurt?’ asked the...
by kimgalgano@chickswithchoices.com | Mar 29, 2015 | choice, decisions, Holidays, Jesus, Sunday's Reflections
“In every crowd are certain persons who seem just like the rest, yet they bear amazing messages.” ~Antoine de Saint-Eupery One thing I’m enjoying the most about reading through the Bible this year is how God uses average people to do all kinds of things....
by kimgalgano@chickswithchoices.com | Feb 15, 2015 | authenticity, Jesus, Sunday's Reflections, The Chance to Choose
“I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.” ~Sebastian Faulks, Birdsong This is new. I’ve never been a Sunday blogger. And I’m not about to be your pastor, priest, or theologian. The heart behind Sunday’s Reflections...
by kimgalgano@chickswithchoices.com | Feb 11, 2015 | attitude, authenticity, choice, CoffeeHouse Chats, Direction, discipline, Jesus, Relationships, The Chance to Choose
“The first step is the most important. It is the most crucial and the most effective as it will initiate the direction you have chosen.” Steve Backley Today is our first step into my new blog focus for 2015. I apologize that we are halfway through...
by kimgalgano@chickswithchoices.com | Nov 4, 2014 | choice, CoffeeHouse Chats, Jesus, The Chance to Choose
“In an instant, I was pinned up against the side of the wall, 15 isolated floors above the crammed city of New Delhi, with more force than I’d ever felt before. His dark, dry lips hammered against mine, one hand holding my shaking palm against the hotel window, the...
