Knowledge. Oh I thought I had knowledge when I got married. I knew just who I was going to be, who my husband was going to be, and how our children would be.
Algebra. The dreaded subject by many highschoolers, and the very subject that gives my son and me grief every school morning. This is stupid....this doesn't make any sense.... why do I have to learn this...when will I ever use this in life.... .....are the broken record of phrases frustratingly sung by my son. As I … Continue reading Conforming is Hard
You try and you try yet you keep failing. You're a Christian. You're not supposed to be struggling with this any more. Think again.
For eight Thanksgivings I have not been able to enjoy the food. But not this year. My progress in overcoming some big issues with eating has led to this special day. A day I have been waiting for for nine years. To be free from eating the same food every day just to survive is … Continue reading A Special Thanksgiving
We are living in confusing times. We still have false teaching, hypocrisy, and racism, but we can add to that mass confusions about marriage, sexuality, and gender. In such times, I feel blessed that I don't have to be confused.
He knew what was just and right and the harder decision would have been to go against that and live with his conflicted conscience.
What would it be like to not believe in an afterlife? To Believe that when you die that is it? Not to believe that there is a resurrection of the soul to something greater (or worse)?
When someone you have looked up to, loved, and respected has been revealed in living in the depths of sin, what will you put on?
You think you got it all together, With all your “perfect” works; Tithing and fasting you brag, In your heart arrogance lurks. Don’t point the finger as if, You have no guilt of your own; Putting down that tax collector, You’re true colors you have shone. Look to him who barely lifts, His eyes as … Continue reading Poem: Arrogance Lurks
There’s a side of me that I don’t like and am working hard at overcoming. It’s that side that loves the praise of men as if I am something great.