A Soft Place to Land

When I was going through my personal Hell (Raw Part I), the people around me had varying reactions. Some judged me and warned me of Holy Wrath. Others acted more sympathetic, but were condescending and full of useless advice. Many just avoided me altogether. Then there were the few who listened, loved and promised [...]

Shame on Me

Tonight, Mr. and I attended a memorial service for one of our dear friends. Danny was killed Sunday afternoon in a motorcycle accident. He was 45 years old. He’d beaten cancer. Twice. The doctors said he’d never father children. He is survived by a darling 5 year old daughter. He’d had a hard-knock life and [...]

Buried in Holiday Chaos

This time of year is very overwhelming for me. There’s so many things to accomplish. And it seems like my life is already busy with doing what has to be done. Adding shopping for nieces and nephews that I barely know, making gifts to save money, wrapping and shipping all the gifts, decorating, going to [...]

Pray for Melody

Melody of Slurping Life is having some serious medical issues. Melody is an amazing woman. I’m dumbfounded and heartsick at the thought of her suffering. Yet, she remains upbeat for her blogging friends.

Please pray for her.

Refined, Redefined Faith (Raw III)

I wrote a post about mourning my faith last month. I knew it was safe to vent here, but I didn’t know how much it would help. Several of you commented. The wisdom that was imparted in a few lines written by a few women was priceless. Thank you, dear blogging friends. You’ve told me [...]

Faith Mourned (Raw II)

I mourn the faith that I used to have.
I read what others have to say about their trust in God and I become sad. I still consider myself a Christian. I still have faith in saving grace. But that’s about the extent of it.
I used to have mounds of mountain moving faith. Now I can’t [...]

. . .it’s my mother

OK, maybe my last post may have seemed a bit harsh to some of you. (Others of you were right there with me, admit it).
Believe me, I love my mom. Though, she’s never really been much of a mother figure. She was more of a big sister. A less mature, co-dependent, neurotic older sister.
She was [...]