There was a time when I did not take God seriously. But no matter. He took me seriously. Of my early memories, this one stands out-- my husband and I at age 16 were climbing on a jungle gym, talking about the meaning of life, and blithely dismissing God's hand in parting the Red Sea …
Continue reading God Loves Even the Meanest Person – Testimony Part I
More disgusting and mutilated than any front yard ornament or trick-or-treat costume I'll see this year is the philosophy behind this "cultural tradition" we call Halloween. Yes, some of you will hate me when I'm done. An impressionable sapling of a boy was riding in the car with his mom one day when he made …
Continue reading Hollow. Ween. A Zombie Tradition I Wish Would Just Die Already
Recently I tried to get a "real job." Not that what I do right now isn't work. But most of what I do is pro bono, gratis, charity-- you know, housework. A too-good-to-be-true opportunity came my way, so I dropped everything summer and spent five hours updating my 20-year-old resume. I somehow managed to …
Continue reading My Sister’s Response When I Bemoaned my Consumer Status
The answer to your question, "What the hell is wrong with [me]?" is that I'm flawed, human. Thankfully that obvious and inescapable fact no longer plagues me as it once did. It used to be such a burden, trying to appear just so, to wear the masks of got-it-togetherness, brilliance, wit, savvy. I never felt …
Upon waking, I sip my coffee either upstairs or downstairs, depending on which living space is less messy. Today was a toss up. These are my slippered feet and my PJ's; that is my cat, and this is what my view usually does NOT look like in the morning. Warning: this may sound like …
Gymnastics. That defined me. We practiced two nights a week and four hours on Saturdays. Meets were Sundays. I breathed gymnastics and can still mentally perform a round-off, back-handspring, double full twist. That's 360° twice while revolving in plank position. And I can even get this 41-year-old body to perform it off a diving board. …
... from the tyranny of Public Opinion. Let me not be brought low by the low opinions others have of me. And let my heart not be set on medals of praise and affirmation, but may it be on a "Well done." My perception of the contents of man's mind is faulty anyway. But even …
It's Christmas time. And as Scroogie as it is to talk about this, most of what my thoughts gravitate toward is... money. I wish it weren't true. I am constantly planning how I can get awesome, appropriate, and unique gifts at the best prices. A fourth generation bargain Betty, I can't resist a thrift …
Brittle as my polish was, and subject to my ensemble's perfection; yet it so swiftly deteriorated, as if God wanted that I should not be wearing my best, but honestly clothed in the dust I carried around each day, and would become soon enough. Impulse buying does not work with God. He wanted me to …
Apple picking. You can't do it at very many orchards anymore. Now I know why. We're why. Apple baseball, apple basketball, apple golf, apple Frisbee, apple explosion... those rotting apples under the trees didn't stand a chance. It got me to thinking about the element of fun inherent in destruction. It's why kids like to knock …
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