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Welcome to Crazy Town: Voices in My Head, Zoloft in my Cabinet, Jesus in my Heart
If you REALLY believed, you would be free from this depression/sadness/illness. Really? If I believed. You mean, if it were up to me? As if I were the mayor of crazy town. So far in my 45 journey, I have yet to manifest anything too spectacular by my own accord. Granted I have birthed 4…
Read MorePatience: How to Organize Thoughts and Feelings Without Losing My Ever-Loving Mind
Ah, patience. A buzz word among women. We either have it, need it, want it, or have given up all hope of ever meeting with it in this lifetime. If I had patience would I have peace? If I had peace would I be more patient? My husband Justin, is a prince charming when he’s…
Read MoreThe Curse of Unbelief: Real Poison and Some Bad Ju-Ju
My husband uses the term ”Bad Ju-Ju.” This cracks me up. Truth be told, Justin is pretty straightlaced. However, he is also a devout follower of the school of “good thoughts.” Justin and I both regularly listen to a refresher course in The Power of Positive Thinking, by Norman Vincent Peale. However, both of us work…
Read MoreGood Enough…
I guess good is in the eyes of the beholder… Thank goodness for true love’s blind eyes. Our youngest vandal loves my hair. He likes to play with it, smell it and… unfortunately – chew on it. Charlie, is a little lover. Blonde hair, cherry cheeks and golden eyes – hide your daughters. And one…
Read MoreHow to Remain in Christ: Stay
How to Remain in Christ: Stay The memory is still fresh. I sat at my dressing table preparing a variety of cosmetic bags with blushes, glosses, powders, and potions, our youngest son, one of two “vandals” that rule my home, inquired, “Mommy, are you going bye-bye?” “Yes,” I explained, “I am going to California for…
Read MoreDon’t See Me…
When our oldest daughter was a toddler, she had this special gift of going blind. If she were to get in trouble, she would simply, shut her eyes. In the midst of being reprimanded, she would peaceably close her eyes. Expressionless, she would take on a meditative stance. It would make my husband crazy. To…
Read MoreMondays, Babies, Zits, and Stolen Cars
Today is a Monday if there ever was a Monday. Up to my neck in babies, zits and stolen cars. God, help me believe. Help me believe, help my unbelief. I have to go to the bank to redeposit a deposit that wasn’t properly deposited the first time I deposited it. The foster-love has an…
Read MoreFree Internet and Jesus
“Grrrr!” I whispered. “Free internet my back end.” I entered the letters and numbers for the 6th time. This time I pounded on each key most methodically, aggravating my snoozing sister. A M E R I N E 5 0 8 The message flashed again. We’re sorry. We have been unable to find a guest…
Read MoreLitanies, Rituals, and Hocus Pocus for Housewives and Harlots
Never mess with a vandal’s ritual. It was late when I tucked the vandals, our 3 and 5-year-old sons into bed and kissed them on semi-sticky cheeks, I had a rush of guilt. I should have bathed them. Instead, I had used an entire container of diaper wipes on their crusty little bodies before putting…
Read MoreAsk and You Shall Receive: Reversing the Curse of Hardly, Barely, and Half Empty Religiosity
Y’all, the shipment on my porch, I’m dying; the Amazon god of home delivery stopped by while I was out. I cried for a minute and then I was crying from laughing. My sister warned me, “Are you crazy? Do you have any idea how much children love to push buttons???” But it was such…
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