Posts by jamiamerine
A Jesus Girl’s Guide to Soul Care: A Pedicure for the Soul
A Jesus Girl’s Guide to Soul Care: A Pedicure for the Soul If I tripped and fell on the impossibly tiny Vietnamese manicurist, as I climbed into the indulgent massage/Chinese torture/space chair, she’d die. Instantly. When I get a pedicure, I feel like a giant. Every inch of my Scottish-Norwegian-Nordic-Goddess village pillaging size 9 ¾…
Read MoreTo the New Military Recruit’s Mom: A Year from Today
To the New Military Recruit’s Mom: A Year from Today A year ago I watched him be sworn in and then board a bus and drive away. I had watched the videos, met with his recruiter, and had gone over all the things… all the numerous things I had to say, and a few that…
Read MoreSelf Hate, Stinking Thinking, and the Habits I Love to Loathe
Self Hate, Stinking Thinking, and the Habits I Love to Loathe It is quite easy, much easier to think about the bad. The bad comes easy, sticky happens, and from that place of brokenness, it seems to get even more broken, and more sticky. Our youngest son, Charlie, is four. He is a fascinating little…
Read MorePlan B: My Baby Ishmael Backup Plan for When God Forgets
Plan B: My Baby Ishmael Backup Plan for When God Forgets Do you have one of those women in your life that says unreachable and outlandish, slay you when you need it, but really don’t want it, things? I have one. Katie. I have only met her in person once. She may not know it,…
Read MoreDear Teachers, We See You… Thank You for all You Do
Dear Teachers, We See You… Thank You As I drug myself out of bed this morning, after two days with the black plague, you came to mind. I sat with my Bible, journal, and my favorite purple pen and words began to pour. Please know, I see you, and He does too. It has been…
Read MoreDear Jesus, Don’t Answer Me, Not Just Yet….
Dear Jesus, Don’t Answer Me, Not Just Yet…. Among the broken, distraught, and altogether rotten brats I must encounter each day, as their mother, I am the worst of these. I want what I want when I want it. That means now. I want my café mocha, “skinny, extra hot, with an extra shot, and yes…
Read MoreStop the Ride I want to Get Off… Wait, Nevermind
Stop the Ride I want to Get Off… Wait, Nevermind When our second oldest son, Luke was five, he had a best friend, Rebecca. The fair-haired duo sported wide eyes, toothless grins and belly laughs that left them breathless and delirious. The moment the two younglings were in each other’s midst they would laugh until…
Read MoreThe Smelly Part of Loving Jesus: Patience is a Bird Too
The Smelly Part of Loving Jesus: Patience is a Bird Too As I compose this I find myself altogether sad, and yet I am okay. No, things are not going well. Not at all. As I tucked in my young sons, Sam and Charlie, who we affectionately call the Vandals, I lost my head and…
Read MoreIf You Give a “Good” Christian Woman a Warm Chocolate Chip Cookie
If you give a good Christian woman a cookie… She will ponder her existence in Jesus. For if she is one with Jesus, she won’t need the cookie. She only needs Jesus. However, if you give a Christian woman and cookie, and it is chocolate chip… homemade, and it is still a little warm, and…
Read MoreI am a Crusty Christian: Go on and Judge me, I am too Crusty to Care
Crusty. That is what we call it at my house, crusty. Crusty is when you are mad, sad, indifferent, and don’t want to get out of your pajamas or go to school or get out of the bed. I have been in bed for 26 hours and counting. Crusty. I liken it to half a…
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