Oct 01
My dear friend Bruce sent me this story in response to my post Helga the Cleaning Nazi. It was a great reminder to keep the main thing the main thing-namely the love of Christ working through me- and to let go of the little crap that get me all riled up and cranky. Bruce Carl Aronson …
Aug 01
Mark Twain once said, “If Christ were here, there is one thing he would not be—a Christian.” I pulled my car up to the drive through at McDonald’s last Sunday before church to grab an Egg McMuffin and the black SUV in front of me caught my eye. The car was rocking back and forth. …
Mar 15
And as we walked, we talked about humility and who we are in light of God…that we are nothing more and nothing less than what He created us to be.
Jan 23
But the subtle irony that follows is this… because the pervert, I mean fellow sinful brother, who types in “Grandma and child hotsex” ends up reading my blog. They search for the darkest of porn and find my simple little blog…the one that talks about faith, Jesus, and our desperate humanness embroiled in sin.
Now, that is food for thought.
Jan 17
If a woman is objectified, and her worth and honor stripped, then a man has control over her and subsequently, a world of detached men and women hungry for connection is born. Generations of women, starved for attention by the distant men in their lives have created a culture of constant striving to somehow obtain the elusive power to heal the gap of loneliness, not recognizing that the striving only leads to an endless cycle of more detachment.
Erre suggests that because “real” women can never
Jan 03
Our praises seem to dry up when circumstances go down the drain, and when there are no words left, we disappear, because suffering interferes with our busy agendas. Mourning, compassion, empathy…the sheer ability to be present in the Valley of the Shadow of Death with anyone, even sometimes those closest to us, seems desperately lacking in our society.
Nov 30
I got my first negative comment today on my Everyday Christian blog. Actually I got three of them. I’m pretty sure one of them was from Satan.
Nov 27
My uncle died this Thanksgiving. 12:04am to be exact. It’s disheartening when holidays coincide with less than fond memories. Now every year henceforth, turkey will make me sad.
Nov 21
My baby said the word “uncle” today. That’s pretty good for a ten-month old tyke, if I do say so myself. But, ironically, she didn’t say it to my brother, and my husband only has one sister. The momentous words were directed specifically towards my ex-husband, now known as “Uncle Bert.” Welcome to our dysfunctional family.
Oct 20
While I don’t know if I am supporting a child that may someday fight against my own children or all that I believe in, I do want to be open to what God is doing in my life.
