Tight Jeans and Jesus Bows

After months of experiencing some unusual symptoms, I decided to do what any crazy person would do:  I googled them.  Like chasing a greyhound around the track, one symptom leads to another and my palms are sweaty, knees weak and arms heavy…wait, that’s an Eminem song…  Anyway, I always get confused when they put fatigue as a symptom.  I thought it was just an adaptive state of…

I Don’t Trust You, God

I have three friends sisters that understand a crippling fear I deal with.  With my husband, and now all of my readers, it will be six total at the end of this post. I will be swimming through my day, my life and enjoying the feel of the water and the breeze and the sound of the waves.  And then out of nowhere, this fear pops up like a person…

I Wish I Could Take Dad To Walmart

There was always a question my dad would ask me that would strike fear in the deepest part of my heart and cause ice water to course through my veins: Will you run me to the grocery store?    The problem with that question is that there was no running Dad anywhere.  This was the man that shook his fist at Father Time and said, ‘You will wait for me!’  Well…

October Book Giveaway

I admit it: I have a problem with books.  I buy multiple copies of ones I love and hand them out like a modern day Book Fairy.  As a way to thank you guys for holding hands with me on this journey (which I truly, truly appreciate), I want to give you some of my favorites.  On the second Tuesday of each month, I will randomly draw from my list…

I’m Not Mad At Pam Tebow Anymore

‘If you don’t get in the car right now I might kick your butt.’  I spoke steel into these words to my oldest child.  Butt is a bad word in our house with our littles so this was just my way of cussing.  And throwing a fit.  I kept my eyes on him to let him know I meant business and swallowed the last of my hard, cold pizza…

Armed and Dangerous

I am treading dangerous, shark-infested water on this post while also wearing a chum necklace and socks made out of chicken skin. The word politics may come up and that could be all you see if that is all you want to see but this post isn’t about that…it’s about swords. I honestly try to stay out of poli-talk of all sorts on facebook.  I…

The World Needs Another Blog

Like a woman scorned and done with dating, for like, EVER,  was I done with blogging.  Or so I thought… At a conference this past July, I was becoming concerned because I kept hearing over and over ‘God wants you to write.’  I mean, it was a writer’s conference but still…Writing was my dirty secret that I kept hidden.  Half-written books, notebooks of ideas, magazine articles…

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