God and my daughters’ wardrobes
Does God mess with us? It’s a question my husband and I wrestle with now and again. Mostly now. And usually with a stronger word than “mess.”
Does God mess with us? It’s a question my husband and I wrestle with now and again. Mostly now. And usually with a stronger word than “mess.”
I dare you to not have Mother Superior singing in your head from The Sound of Music right now. It’s what I’m going for actually. it will make a nice background while you’re reading this. “And he told them a parable to the effect that they ought always to pray and not lose heart.” –… Continue reading climb every mountain
I haven’t been blogging much these past couple months. Popping out a fetus notwithstanding, I’ve been busy. Busy with other life stuff. Busy putting out stupid, unnecessary fires in our personal lives that make me go hmmmm among other things. Busy pleading with God and banging my head on the wall – which incidentally feel… Continue reading why I don’t trust God
Pretty much every toddler I know, including my own, does this thing where they take their bin of toys and dump everything out. They then fill it back up… only to dump it out again. I’ve watched adults get frustrated by this whole activity. We have this leave it out or leave it in mentality… Continue reading the big empty
(I wouldn’t stand too close to me right now. haha.) One of my guilty pleasures back in the day was watching Trading Spaces. It was that show where they take two couples and they give one room in their house a complete makeover with help from a professional interior decorator and a carpenter. The couples… Continue reading when God doesn’t do His job…