Do you ever have those moments where something enters your thoughts, your heart, and you have to do something or else you’ll explode?
That was me about twenty minutes ago, and you’re lucky I didn’t write then. I’ve calmed down some. I’ve spent time with God and still can’t contain what’s going on inside me, so I’m writing it out.
I don’t understand unforgiveness within the church, and I refuse to try to. Continue reading
The beauty of writing is ‘who cares if no one reads it,’ but sometimes, it’s difficult to get to that place. This is just a pouring out of my heart, so if you don’t want to hear it, scroll on. Continue reading
There’s something about being sick that appeals to me. The whole time I was sick, which was a little over a day, I felt nestled up in God’s lap: the picture of a daughter on her daddy’s lap…him stroking her hair and arm. THAT was me and God, and as much as I don’t like being sick, I like being nestled. Continue reading
Recently, I was talking to a friend about the craft fair I’d set up a booth at, and she asked me, “Did you ask GOD if you should go to that fair?” Immediately, I began to answer yes but then thought about it and realized no.
The only thing I’d “asked” God was if I should take someone. I never really asked Him IF I should go at all. How interesting is that!
Then, I began to remember what exactly happened during that time frame when the decision was made, and the memory was embarrassing, but I’ll share it with you. Continue reading
On Sunday evening, I received a message from Carlene Hernandez, asking for prayer for her husband. He was scheduled to have a procedure done the next day to put stents in his heart. Of course, I said, “Yes” and then went a step further. I asked if I could go with her. It was one of the BEST decisions I’ve ever made. Continue reading
In the beginning of my recovery through AA, I’d felt I’d finally made it “home.” Everyone accepted me, loved me, remembered my name. It was so good. I loved going to meetings and acted a certain way there, which the kids rarely saw at home.
I remember times when the kids would say, “You need a meeting,” and I’d usually leave to go to one. By the time I came back, I was in a good mood, ready to be a mom. That lasted for years, until I really surrendered to God. Continue reading
I think this will be a quick post. We’ll see.
Even though the craft fair seemed like a dead end on Saturday, there was goodness to be had. Not only did I receive a one hundred dollar bill as a donation for my next booth, but I also received an order through Etsy.
The donation convinced me to not quit, and the order convinced me to keep going. I had even made a comment to Carolyn about if I could bring in that much ever day, we’d be fine. Well, guess what? Continue reading
If you know me, you know I love my kids very much, and every once in a while, I share stuff with you about them. Well, it’s that time again.
On Wednesday evening, I stopped by to pick up my twelve year old from flag football practice, which my twenty four year old coaches. It was the end of practice, and Nathan was goofing off on the field with a couple friends, while Kyle was nearby watching, sitting on a wall. As I approached Kyle, I overheard some parents talking, and as I listened, I grinned. Continue reading
All throughout childhood, permission was needed to do just about anything: at home, in school, at a friend’s house, etc. It was always polite to ask, necessary to wait, expected to raise your hand in class. I wonder when I grew out of that, or did I? Continue reading
Worship Flags and Infinity Scarfs 