Author Archives: sharonbernhardt

On my second week of teacher’s meetings at my new school, I went to the bathroom in the high school girl’s restroom.  There was quite a bit of “stall art” in the bathroom stall I chose.  One statement caught my attention like a slap in the face, “I hate this place SOOO much!”   It stoppedContinue reading “Teaching with Eyes Wide Open”

I am not a believer in coincidence. I know that there are things in life that can be explained away or just be considered “lucky”. I guess, as I have walked with God, I believe that He cares about me. As I have seen things come together for us over the last few months, IContinue reading “God Sees Me”

Excuse me, while I share some thoughts while I am still thinking them through.  I know that God created and formed me and gave me a certain place to be from and a family to belong to.   That is what He gave me and I have to manage my life within those parameters.  I doContinue reading “Why Me?”

I wish that I could somehow paint a picture of the sneaky sadness that sometimes comes pouring into our lives—around unexpected corners.  I can’t say that its arrival is surprising, but something about it still stops you short, catches your breath, and makes your heart ache painfully. When the big kids got their chance toContinue reading “Sneaky Sadness”

I think when you face a situation like this, where someone you love isn’t doing too well, you start to think about who they are and what they mean to you. You think about how long they have been a part of your life and how they have blessed your life.   Grandpa Marvin and IContinue reading “My Grandpa”

I have read articles about the need to get off of Facebook.  When I read those, I kind of shrugged my shoulders and continued on.  Then this last week, I did some serious thinking.  I think what possibly began my “thinking” was exhaustion from being over-saturated.  When my kids really squabble and fight, it makesContinue reading “Getting the Face off the Book”

When I was little, I was extremely churched.  My family went to every possible service.  That is where Dad thought we should be.  We went Sunday morning, Sunday night and Wednesday night.  We were at retreats, seminars, conferences and any other possible church event.  I guess you could say that we were “soaked” in church. Continue reading “Churchy-ness……”

I love my husband to the moon. He has some incredible strengths and I have come to appreciate them very much. He also has some weaknesses, because after all, who does not? One of his weaknesses which I am learning to overcome is his struggle to give gifts. I have received some amazing gifts andContinue reading “Facing Forty”

It was January 16th, 1991. That evening, this speech came on the television in the living room of our house on 6th Street in Anderson.  I remember that my father broke down in tears.  I knew that Dad described himself as a pacifist, but I must admit that initially it stumped me.  So, we’re goingContinue reading “Suffering Has a Face, AND a Name”

My friend asked me to comment on the article found at this link: 10 Things Missionaries Won’t Tell You I will try my best to do that, although I feel that I am struggling to organize my thoughts. 1) The Pedestal I think it is a temptation, to put any person that we respect andContinue reading “A Response”