Apr 28
I didn’t grow up a Christian. Pagan might be more appropriate title. I thought Jesus was related to Santa and as far as I knew, he lived in the mythical world of leprechaun’s and Easter bunnies. But if I’m honest, I’ve always known God. I just wondered if he knew me. It started in high …
Mar 24
People keep asking my husband and me if we are knocked up yet. I’d bemoan the lack of modern civility but since I did post our intent to procreate to the entire internet universe –I might have to own this one and take the hit. So, in all honesty I’m a little conflicted now about …
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 …
Jun 11
“Did you see that woman over there?” my husband asked. I turned my head and tried to subtly glance over to the woman he was referring to. Her back was against me, but from behind she looked amazing. Slim, toned and curvy in all the right places. Then she turned her head and I …
Apr 20
I learned an interesting lesson that day. Vanity is inherently deceptive. I believed the corset to be glamorous, romantic, and whimsical, but in truth, found it to be agonizing.
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.
Mar 03
And favor, therefore, is the exact moment when our innermost desires meet with God’s timing.
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.
