Just Jesus
Addicted.
My name is Jami and I am addicted to motherhood. I readily admit this is an illness. I can’t get enough. And frankly, I am really tired. But, I figure if this is my vocation, by American standards, I have 22 years before I retire. My husband might object. And in spite of the…
Read MoreDear 2016: I commit to fail.
The smell, although pleasant, was utterly overwhelming. As I followed my nose down the hall toward my room, I knew it would be bad. Good overwhelming smells can be indicative of disasters too. Especially where “the vandals” – our toddler sons – are involved. It was my fault. I had basked in the silence too…
Read MoreA journey of a thousand miles begins with cranberry jello…
I left home with the vandals 12 days ago. My mission was to get our son from the airport, on break for Thanksgiving from military school. We would all be together on Lake Conroe. My first gluten free Thanksgiving complete with cranberry jello, included: a visit from local authorities with aforementioned son, long conversations with…
Read MoreYou’re Welcome, Sweetie…
Last night was an ongoing vandal nightmare, of course, I will spare you no gory details. You’re welcome, in advance. Singular vandal. Just Sam. My hands are still shaking. After several days at my parents’ lakehouse, he is what some would excuse as, “over-tired.” If that is what I am feeling, he is in bad…
Read More#makingamockeryofjesus
What would Jesus tweet? #itisdone Actually, I don’t know for sure, but I know He never said “you’re not a Christian if you don’t believe everything your neighbor believes.” It’s getting ugly guys. And we, Christians, seekers of Jesus Christ, are making it so. Honestly, with all the yelling, this is probably a waste of…
Read MoreWelcoming the Least of These…
Dear Arguing Humans, I have a couple questions for you. Are you currently housing a human being who would otherwise be homeless? Are you willing to? Are you willing to, no questions ask? Okay, now to level the playing field, I will answer. I am currently housing a human being who might otherwise be homeless.…
Read MoreThe Great Need of Needing…
I was recently going through pictures on my phone and I came across a screenshot of a text message from about four years ago. The text was from my oldest son John, and his lifelong friend, Jackson who were camping at the ranch. This is what it said: John: Mom, we need some stuff from…
Read MoreA can of worms: the totality of the Word…
I am in the throes of a chapter that I woke in the middle of the night to add to my manuscript. I am exhausted from thinking. The chapter is about Eve. From the garden. I have questions, and I am sad about the state of the world. I won’t divulge the contents of this…
Read MoreDear 999,999 moms.com,
I am a conservative Christian mom of 6. My oldest is 20. My youngest is 1. I am a biological mom. I am an adoptive mom. I am a foster mom. My family is mutli-cultural. I have home schooled. I have unschooled. I have tried public school. I have tried private. I love my husband.…
Read MoreA nose by any other name…
A long-running joke in my family is that my nose is simply for decoration. It doesn’t work. I can’t remember a time it ever did. It’s not allergies or seasonal. It just is a stubborn, stuffy, finicky appendage on my face. It’s not runny; it just tends to slam shut – constantly. I snore, and…
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