Just Jesus
Think of the Alternative…
Day 7: Write 31 Days Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying… Think of the Alternative The other night, at 2:00 am I woke up because I heard someone in the loft outside our bedroom door. I set my ear and listened. I heard the television switch on, and then some rattling noises. Justin rotated, rolled…
Read MoreThe 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…
Read MoreThe 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…
Read More#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…
Read MoreOf 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…
Read MoreAn 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,…
Read MoreCan 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,…
Read MoreWhen Jesus Isn’t Enough
Sometimes, I joke about Xanax and wine. Truth be told, I rarely drink. And not because of my religious convictions. I rarely drink because of my weight struggles and thyroid disease/autoimmune troubles. Something I love NOT to talk about. When I have to fly, which apparently is like once a month, I almost always have…
Read MoreYour Sister in Christ, A. Butthead
The other day we saw a television program on co-sleeping. My husband, Justin went on a mini rant. “What is wrong with those people?” he barked. “That is twisted. Why would you want all those little people in your bed?” he wandered off and I heard him murmur, “Weirdos.” I don’t have the energy to explain…
Read MoreYou Don’t Listen…
I confess, I left last Thursday to attend a conference, certain I would learn little. I am pretty good at this gig, I assured myself. I just signed with Harvest House, I have a growing Facebook community, whom I adore, and I LOVE to blog. And I went into blogging kicking and screaming. Alas, it…
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