Christian Living: You’re Doing It All Wrong, Here’s How to Fix It
I am a Christian, in the sense that I believe Jesus Christ is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. However, for the better part of my Christian walk I have been doing it wrong, living that is. We took a new foster placement two weeks ago today. She is a doll, although… she is…
Jesus Loves Mommy: Salvation In Spite of my Motherhood
Jesus Loves Mommy: Salvation In Spite of my Motherhood I am a creature of sacrifice. “Go on ahead, I’ll catch up!” I stayed behind to change a poopy diaper. “I didn’t know you were coming. No, no, I am so glad you are here!” I gave away my dinner to a college-baby who popped in…
Marine Mom: The Few, The Proud, The Hysterical
I am in San Diego with my family and my son’s sweetheart. He just graduated from Marine Bootcamp. I am offically a Marine mom. Boo, aka Sugar Bum, is a Marine. Which makes me, Boo’s mom, a Marine mom. The draft ended in 1973, except for moms of the enlisted. We still are being drafted. The…
Mom Vacation: The Ultimate Anomaly
Mom “Vacation.” Yeah, right. This is grammatically incorrect, Mom Vacation. It also defies gravity, logic, and all other forms of science and reason. It isn’t possible. It’s like an unclear antecedent, dangling modifier, or some other Grammar debacle no one knows or understands. Packing, organizing, scheduling, juggling… so as to relax? Still, we are officially…
Uncovered: How to Reveal My Identity in Christ
Who are you and what fresh hot mess are you into now? I imagined Christ, my redeemer asking me this often. I have been cleaning up my blog. I didn’t want to start one. I was forced into it. I have never had so much fun as I have had here on this page. Today…
God and Weight Loss: Get Skinny for Jesus
I love Jesus and I am on a diet for weight loss… constantly. This is how me and my muffin top roll. I want to be #skinny4jesus, even though that’s not what He asked of me. I overheard this conversation between the vandals, my three and five-year-old sons as they ate popsicles on the porch…
The Fruit of the Spirit Moms Manifest in Abundance
The fruit of the spirit is a good measure of my Christian walk. In my experience, these are the goals of a “decent” Believer. Personally, I have muddied the waters – er, fruit basket, berating myself for my lacking in this area or that. Primarily, patience, I lack patience. Granted it’s not really my fault,…
Are You There God? It’s Swimsuit Season…
It’s me, Lord.
Yes, me… on the dressing room floor. Oh, Sweet Jesus, you’ve seen me here before – in this shame and brokenness.
I know, starving, oppressed, and exploited humans… My summer wardrobe is low on your list of priorities. I am the worst.
How to Hold On Without Letting Go
When our oldest vandal son, Sam was about 3 he carried two Hotwheels cars with him wherever he went. One in each hand. He wouldn’t let them go. On an outing to Target, as I stood in the checkout line Sam drove his two cars over the Snickers display making boy noises. An elderly woman…
Why Doesn’t God Answer Me?
Why aren’t my prayers answered? I am a lousy God. But here in the terrifying confines of my mind, I pretend I am He. It’s pathetic really. In my defense, I am very creative. I paint pictures on my frontal lobe that depict whimsy, romance, death, and destruction. Sunshine and rain. Joy and pain. Bert…