Posted on 9.12.2014 by Jody Noland

Today's guest post was written by my friend, Elizabeth Dixon. She's an inspiring speaker and writer who focuses on overcoming challenges and living life to the fullest. You can find her at

The worst rut that I have found in life was while I was on my mountain bike. Soon after this situation I realized that mountain biking was not the best sport for my long-term health.

Posted on 9.05.2014 by Jody Noland

I’m tired of playing charades. Of pretending things are fine when they aren’t. Or of acting like someone different than I really am.

When I was in middle school, my English teacher assigned us the challenge of writing a family history. Seemed reasonable. But not to my mom. She wore a cloak of shame because of our family background. The truth she feared coming out? That my dad’s family was of Polish origin. Gasp! 

Posted on 8.29.2014 by Jody Noland

Dads, this one’s for you. It’s important. It’s powerful. And the message is very simple:

Every child longs to know that their dad loves them and is proud of them.

Every child.

Your child.

Male or female, young or old, successful or struggling. It matters more than you can imagine.

Posted on 8.22.2014 by Jody Noland


When you hear the term “mid-life crisis,” what comes to mind? For me, it’s the image of George Banks in “Father of the Bride 2” with freshly dyed hair, revving the engine of his convertible as he eyes an attractive young gal in a nearby car.

Turning 40 or 50 or 60 can be traumatic. It’s natural to begin wondering: “How is life flying by so quickly? What have I done that matters? How much time do I have left?”

Posted on 8.15.2014 by Jody Noland

This message was initially posted in August, 2013. Re-posting because it's that season again!

Allergy season must have started early this year. Or maybe that’s not the real reason behind all of the red-eyed parents that I’ve seen recently. Yes, the red eyes are the symptom of a changing season...just a season of life, not the weather.

It’s a season of transition for many parents - the time when children are leaving for college.

Posted on 8.09.2014 by Jody Noland

Yesterday, I posted a message about connecting the dots in our lives and following God's calling. I shared the beautiful story of Dr. Kent Brantly. Last night, I saw this update that he had written from isolation at Emory Hospital. His message continues to be so inspiring, and I wanted to share this with you. Please continue to pray for all of those battling this horrible disease.

Posted on 8.08.2014 by Jody Noland

Did you ever work a “connect the dots” puzzle as a kid? I loved those little sheets that would turn into a picture once the dots were connected sequentially. There was a great sense of satisfaction that came with knowing exactly how to put things together and see the image emerge.

Posted on 8.01.2014 by Jody Noland

True confessions: I was on a downhill slide into full-fledged, middle-aged frumpiness. One of the best antidotes for my affliction was to begin watching the show “What Not to Wear” with my daughter. We started when she was in Middle School, that season of life when a daughter’s sense of self-worth is tightly coupled to her mother’s appearance. And although I never quite progressed to the rank of fashionista (not even close!), I did learn enough from watching the show to ditch the “mom jeans” and quit buying clothes from certain catalogs. 

Posted on 7.25.2014 by Jody Noland

It was the 1930’s: the middle of The Great Depression. The family didn’t have much in terms of material things, but they shared a strong faith and a deep love for one another. His father had come from Poland as a 14 year old orphan, destined to a life working on the railroad due to his limited education. 

As the oldest of six children, his plan was to graduate from high school and then immediately find a job. The commercial curriculum in high school aligned with that objective. Attending college was never even a consideration.

Posted on 7.18.2014 by Jody Noland

“It’s not about you.” So begins The Purpose Driven Life, and truer words were never spoken. Most of us nod our heads in agreement with that thought, but find living like we believe it a much different matter. I certainly do. 

Recently, I looked at two simple kitchen tools, a funnel and a sponge, and realized that they were great metaphors for this tension.

A funnel provides a means of transfer.

A sponge soaks things up. 

Here’s the question I’ve been asking myself of late. "Am I living like a funnel or a sponge?"