This year, my son has been enduring religious persecution from a physics teacher in his high school. I’ve had to get involved, and honestly it’s been a horrible process. It’s kept me up at night, I’ve spent hours carefully typing and wording emails, talking to school staff on the phone, and it’s been exhausting. It … More Cruelty- Free
I messed up this week while making a comment on Facebook. I know. I should have known better. It’s a trap. Speak nothing but rainbows, unicorns, and butterflies on social media. I’d made a statement about the law, and someone I didn’t know responded, “Make sure you know what the laws are before you … More Trippin
Well, I almost can’t believe I am writing this. I was so relieved last week about my throat, and felt like God had opened a door to the hallway of physical misery I had been trapped in for 7 months. I happily rejoiced walking through that door, thinking it would mean some normalcy in … More Back to the drawing board.
I love Bob Ross. I remember watching him paint on Saturday mornings when I was a kid. He was like the coolest art nerd I could ever imagine. I wanted to paint like him. I wanted to transform blank canvases into snow scenes with run down old barns. I wanted to learn how to make … More Happy little tree.
Anyone else hate the daunting weight of perseverance? The idea of it is great, but the implementation of it frankly stinks. The embodiment of determination in spite of weariness. Perseverance is making the decision to keep going when all you want to do is quit. There is something very hard to comprehend when going … More Under His wings.
Can you imagine what the Innkeeper in Bethlehem might have felt like if he realized He gave the Son of God the stable for the night? I mean, I understand where the guy was coming from, but he may have felt like a real heel if he ever realized what he’d done. All his rooms … More Do you have room in the Inn?
The other night, I couldn’t contain my thoughts. I needed a sounding board. My husband was the recipient. Worries started pouring out. Tears, and confessions of being exhausted, in more pain than what I want to accept on a daily basis, and the venting of frustration at accepting this harsh reality residing in my brain. … More Me too
On Sunday, I was getting ready for church, and had the thought that maybe I should ask to be prayed over with oil. It was sacrament Sunday. I was reasoning with myself in my mind. I don’t feel like I am worthy of asking for that right now. My mind and heart wanted to be mentally … More We were never worthy of God’s love in the first place.