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
My almost 3 yr old nephew burst in my master bedroom the other night. I’d just received a text letting me know that a very close friend of mine, was fighting for her life at that very moment. I was sitting on the edge of my bed praying and crying. He ran over and said, … More God is good, our faith is strong, but the pain is real.
I sang myself to sleep in the operating room to one of my favorite songs, “Oceans, Where Feet May Fail.” Sadly, every other captive ear in the operating room had to listen to it as they prepped me for one of my four spinal fusions. Maybe I should issue the hospital an apology. It’s a … More Oceans “Where faith may fail.”
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
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.
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
Sometimes being a Christian is really annoyingly and aggravatingly hard. In these moments, we make a decision. Whether it’s one small instance of challenge, or in every way we respond to and take care of the needs of others…we are asking ourselves, “God’s way, or my way?” God’s way bears fruit, but the way of … More It’s the little things.
This is something my husband calls me as a joke. I hate it. I loathe the term “Floxed.” It makes this sound like some horrible hobby club. This isn’t a club anyone wants to join. The initiation process is too brutal. So what is “Floxed?” The FDA press announcement here: https://www.fda.gov/NewsEvents/Newsroom/PressAnnouncements/ucm513183.htm describes it as ,”disabling … More One Floxie Lady
I was in the thick of a conflict with an employee from my children’s school. It wasn’t any of their teachers, it was a unique situation. I don’t want to reveal too much detail, so I can preserve this person’s identity. After 4 meetings, each one building in intensity, unpleasantries, and personnel presence, we just … More Can I use your eraser?