It's increasingly difficult to be over 35 and dating. Swipe left? Swipe right? What IS this? We've been dumbed down to 1 second glances now? Who's your type? What's your "sign"? What's your idea of a good first date? Do you drink: Never, Often, or On Social Occasions? Are these REALLY the first things we… Continue reading Swipe Right? Dating in 2018
What is This? You're sitting there, tears falling over freshly dried tears, wondering how on earth you got to this place. Whatever your this is, it feels like hell. It feels like nothing is ever going to be right again. Maybe you've done everything right. Maybe you've done everything wrong. I've been on both sides… Continue reading Startled – What is This?
It would make good sense for me to begin a book on navigating life post-divorce with the story of my ex-husband's infidelity. But how could I possibly write that without first telling you that I have been the "other woman" - twice?
Yesterday my son taught me yet another valuable lesson. We were sitting quietly on a hill yesterday afternoon waiting for the fireworks to begin. Just the two of us. Out of the blue he said, "Mom, next time lets bring a football." I'd been lost somewhere in my own thoughts and this brought me back… Continue reading Just Get in the Game
I know what's in my mind - fear. I also know what kind of God I serve and what he has promised me. And I'm still gonna stand on his promise.
My life has been a long game of hide-and-seek with God. If you don't want to know my whole story, you should skip this blog. But if you want to find out why I love him so much, this is where you'll find out why.
This piece is about women - but if you're a man - please read all the way to the bottom - I need your help. Enemy Tactics Lately I've seen one main tactic of the devil against women: ISOLATION. And I'm about to throw it down and stomp all over it. Read on. I don't… Continue reading We Just Don’t Clique
Can't go around it, gotta go through it.
While the crowd roars with laughter, While elephants parade in Bright blankets and bare skin, I wait for the spotlight – I ascend the rope ladder, silently, And wait.
God is able to heal me, but even if He does not...I will not serve your gods.