At His Feet
When I hear someone refer accusingly to another person as a “sinner,” (as if it’s something unique and distinctive, pertaining to only that individual), I honestly can’t help but roll
Nolite Te Bastardes Carborundorum
I’ve been attempting to discover myself my entire life. I had a few people tell me when I was in college that I was a “chameleon” and seemed to fit
WHO AM I?
I recently asked a room full of teenagers: “How many of you would say that your identify is important to you?” Most of them raised their hands. According to recent
What Are We Gonna Do About It?
What Are We Gonna Do About It? There is so much evil in this world. Everywhere you turn, something horrible has happened. People who don’t deserve destruction are dealt it
Complacency
The media has been really upsetting me lately. Social media, the news, all of it…. It’s drama and pettiness and offense at every turn. Unless you agree with the loudest
Tricked into a God Thing.
Spoiler alert: the above photo is from Summer Camp two years ago when I was FORCED (that is correct) to shave my husband’s beard (which, by the way, I adore
Oh, No!
When I’m really appreciative of what someone has done for me, I typically desire to repay them somehow, or at least return the favor in some way, shape or form.
