Wouldn’t you say that guilt is an interesting accoutrement to the classic Christian “quiet time” of spending time reading the Bible and praying? I recently talked to some women who felt guilty because of their Bible study habits or lack thereof. Where does much of this guilt come from? I’ll tell you where –it comes…
I could tell, as soon as I pulled up to the gas station, that she was distraught and feeling completely hopeless. She looked like I did that night I found a $300.00 error in the checkbook, not in our favor, and Matt came home and found me curled up in a fetal position on the…
I was exhausted from two nights of poor sleep, so I announced that Panda Express would be making dinner for the night. Matt had just gotten back from a four-day trip and realized he had forgotten his tablet at the church, so he offered to go with me to get the tablet and the Chinese…
You can name it two ways. Call it ditzy or call it creative. Call it a deficit or call it gifted. My son and I often laugh, because we both suffer from the same illness. We are on our way to do a task, but then our imaginations hijack us. For him it looks like…
My three-ring notebook contained 14 songs, and I carried it with me last Friday and Saturday, to accompany vocalists for the high school district music festival. Then at church on Saturday night, I had to laugh at myself. Fourteen times that weekend, I had heard adjudicators preach good breathing techniques to my students, so when…
You know that lady at Costco who has the clicker in her hand as you come in? Counting people. Wednesday was like that for me. One click for a voicemail to our daughter. One click for a question to the school secretary. Two clicks for greeting the lunch ladies. One click for a message to…
I got an email from a friend the other day, and it took me back to my younger years when my folks would leave me with a list of chores to do before they got home. A few hours later I would hear the garage door go up and would instantly panic. Because of course…
It was 1:30 a.m., and I was awake worrying about…things. You know how it is, because you have your own stuff on your mind this week that keeps making your shoulders sag and your sighs loud. I got out of bed, to move around and try to get my thoughts going in a different direction,…
It’s Monday morning, and the list’s awaitin’. The kitchen needs cleaned, because I had no energy for tackling it after picking huckleberries for two hours yesterday. Instead I took two Ibuprofen for my back pain and went to bed. There are all these chores and errands that need done this week, but I’m pausing at…
Yesterday I cleaned the coffeemaker by running vinegar through it. Three people walked into the house several hours after the vinegar was poured down the sink. They squinched their noses, and I apologized for the smell. I don’t know if this counts as a legitimate blog post or not, but I have to state this…
I’m not known for pristine countertops anyway, but if you make it a Friday afternoon and mix in a wedding reception craft, papers to grade, a few lunch boxes from the boy, and a stack of bills, it’s an end-of-the-week disaster. So there’s that preacher man of mine with bachelor party gift in hand. Let’s…
This was the nightmare –that my girl came down the aisle wearing one of my mother’s slips and a bathrobe. I quickly yanked her into the seat next to mine and said, What are you doing? Where’s your dress? She said she had gotten it dirty and had ruined it trying to get the dirt…
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