Just Jesus
God is most careful with you…
God is most careful with you… I can’t stand it. Years wasted… bemoaning… I wasn’t enough. I wasn’t adored. I could never measure up to what was expected. You can’t talk me out of it… I won’t succumb to the lie, “You must work harder to please Him.” I want what He wants. I want…
Read MoreAstonishing Technique to Escape the Bondage of a Terror Mindset
I am different, I am no longer in bondage to a terror mindset. And not different than the usual different, like my wayward “just the nougat” Snickers eating, fear of egg-salad and passionate partiality for all things Sharknado; but a different kind of different. I have peace. I have never had peace. This post will…
Read MoreAstonishing Technique to Escape the Bondage of a Terror Mindset
I am different, I am no longer in bondage to a terror mindset. And not different than the usual different, like my wayward “just the nougat” Snickers eating, fear of egg-salad and passionate partiality for all things Sharknado; but a different kind of different. I have peace. I have never had peace. This post will…
Read MoreHow to Achieve Health and Happiness in ONE Easy Step
Health and happiness. Two things I often attribute conditional… one to the other. My post yesterday had me thinking about another aspect of my time in Venezuela and an open-air hotel room on the coast. Two rooms, one for my parents and one for my sister and myself, my dad told us we could pick…
Read MoreA Rose by Any Other Name Is Still Not Craig
My son John has a friend named Craig. They have been friends for a few years. I only recently met him in the flesh. He and John’s other friend, Jack wandered through the kitchen in search of cheese-foods and fuzzy beverages. I recognized everyone but the lanky blonde. “Hello.” I quipped. “Hello,” he stuck his…
Read MoreA Rose by Any Other Name Is Still Not Craig
My son John has a friend named Craig. They have been friends for a few years. I only recently met him in the flesh. He and John’s other friend, Jack wandered through the kitchen in search of cheese-foods and fuzzy beverages. I recognized everyone but the lanky blonde. “Hello.” I quipped. “Hello,” he stuck his…
Read MoreExcuses, Excuses: Escaping Condemnation – Rejoicing in the Freedom
Excuse me… The dog ate my homework. It’s not you, it’s me. My alarm clock didn’t go off. The list of excuses is exhausting. And… who am I fooling? Myself? No. But, all excuses aside, my floors are disgusting. And yeah, I can’t vacuum because my son ran over my vacuum cleaner. He asked to…
Read MoreExcuses, Excuses: Escaping Condemnation – Rejoicing in the Freedom
Excuse me… The dog ate my homework. It’s not you, it’s me. My alarm clock didn’t go off. The list of excuses is exhausting. And… who am I fooling? Myself? No. But, all excuses aside, my floors are disgusting. And yeah, I can’t vacuum because my son ran over my vacuum cleaner. He asked to…
Read MoreMercy, Grace and the Wall-Eyed Fit!
Our foster-love has entered into the broad world of the wall-eyed fit. We have epoxy-stained concrete floors in our house. It only took a couple times for her to rethink throwing her entire body weight onto the floor and screaming her head off. It hurts, so the effectiveness of showing her frustration was overruled by…
Read MoreTiny Hops of Hope: RARA LINK UP!
I watched with clenched fists and pounding heart. Our young foster son, only 17-months at the time wobbled on chubby little legs. The goose egg on his head was still protruding and very purple… and green and yellow. The day before while trying his hand at toddling, he had toddled face first off a two-inch…
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