The Gift I Have Refused
A Wednesday blog post … Post by: Jami Amerine for Kelly Balarie My dad and his older brother have a favorite tale they expose about their youth. Their younger brother was a studious boy. He would finish his homework and then go to bed before the sun went down, in an effort to be well…
The Semi-Exact Blood of Jesus
Semi-exact… I wish I had said this before Donald Trump said it at the debate Monday night. I am in love with the term. And I have already stated my thoughts on The Donald vs. Hilary. I stand by this: This election isn’t the last straw. It’s not crushing the camel’s back. It might be…
Dear Moms – You are Freaking Amazing!
Sunday, our 14-year-old daughter Sophie, in spite of inconvenience beyond measure, finagled her way to church. I know, appalling behavior, don’t worry she’s grounded for a week. We live thirty minutes from our church, on a ranch. I was out of town, 3 hours away. My husband was home alone with Sophie, Sam and Charlie…
#microblog – list of worries
#blogfail my computer is rebooting – it’s been configuring updates for over an hour – so I am coming to you via iPhone. Charlie has been up since 4 eating spoonful after spoonful of peanut butter. I am tired. And – we are almost out of peanut butter. I leave for Dallas today; leaving is…
Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying: Share this status if you love Jesus
Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying: Share this status if you love Jesus Two very good things will happen if you share this post. The madness of borderline Ouija board astrology religiosity might be addressed. I will hit 2,000,000 views since I first posted An Open Letter to my Children You’re Not That Great, by…
Of these things…
My children, who currently range in age from 1-21 think I am the keeper of joy. This could be my fault. When I disappoint them, which is quite often, I do say “I steal joy and keep it in my pocket, so I don’t get lonely.” They believe me. I also tell them I…
Why we aren’t counting the days our son was in foster care…
I understand why people do. And I understand it marks redemption for some. I appreciate the pictures of both children adopted and children returning to their birth homes. Redemption. We are coming upon the adoption of a certain vandal. But we won’t be posting how many days he was in foster care… here is why:…
The Crockpot Confession
Poor as church mice, that is how my mother-in-law would have described us. When Justin and I got married we had nothing. We stopped at the post office on the way to our wedding reception to see if there were any congratulatory cards with money in them. Luckily, one of my dad’s buddies came to…
An Open Letter to Me….
Hey. Me? Yes, you. You’re going to be committed if you let them see the psychosis of me talking to myself, myself answering, and you getting to watch what unfolds. I promise, I was getting up at 5:00.I I was going to spend a little time with Jesus. Then I was going to workout, shower,…
Can I Just Stay Here a Little While?
It was an ugly cry; nostrils flaring; with an occasional snort/hiccup/whimper/wail. On my white blouse, there were traces of snot and black tears. I knew full well, this meant mascara was streaming down my cheeks and that I looked – dreadful. This made sense because this how I felt, dreadful. And vain as I am,…