This is the week before school begins. More than usual, this week is all about family dinner nights out, Wal-Mart excursions (for school supplies), and various other ways the kids are finding to raid my bank account. When I was shopping for my own school supplies at M.E. Moses (that was a five & dime… Continue reading Is This On My Kid’s School Supply List?!
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?
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.
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.
It was midnight in the sleepy trailer park where I lived 3 miles out of town. The house creaked and groaned in the night wind, but was otherwise silent. I stared at the ceiling, then at the shadows the tree branches threw in my window. They felt like hands reaching out to grab me. I… Continue reading Runaway Train
Some things in life go perfectly Some people find the perfect fit the first time I just seldom happen to be among the “some” Like new jeans… I hate those things First, you inch into one of the legs, and Do a kind of hop-step-jump into the other And shimmy and stretch them up and… Continue reading Pocket Full of Shoestrings