Thinking Too Much?
It was my own heavy sigh that startled me. Until that moment I wasn't fully aware that I was literally having an imaginary back and forth conversation with this other person. I was far too busy saying what I felt needed to be said. Someone needed to tell this person how the cow eats the cabbage and I had apparently nominated myself for the job.
On the Form of Religion
Come and listen to a story that will make you wonder why I don't have a full time monitor. I was putting in the required miles on my treadmill when I got bored. That's understandable, right? I can't be the only one that's ever gotten bored on a treadmill. And yet, I'm guessing most people probably don't respond by seeing how many different directions they can
Cease Striving (Or Churning) and Know That He is God
Dear countrymen, lend me your ears. That No Churn Ice Cream recipe all over the Internet is really good, slap your mama if you dared good. And easy! One blender, three ingredients. Trust me, it's way better than dragging out the electric ice cream maker, rounding up the parts, and running to the store for rock salt because you never seem to have any on
When What You Know Isn’t
Dixie Belle and I had a prayer partner join us on the back porch last week. This will sound heartless, but I fluctuated between thinking of Jesus' message, "He that is not against us, is for us," and planning the intruding worshiper's demise. Yeah, it's that whole bug issue of mine. I'm sorry. I should mention our guest was a Praying Mantis, one of those green stick-like
Are You Self-Soothing?
My kids had them. My grandkids have them. I'm talking about their "lovies". The textbook sounded definition of a lovie would be any object, often a stuffed animal or blanket, that a wee one forms an emotional attachment to in order to feel safe and comfort themselves. This practice is known as self-soothing. Horses, giraffes, doggies, and rabbits, the lovies of my kids and now my
Jesus Doesn’t Do Tagbacks
Don't blink or Summer 2015 will be over, in the books. Done. That startles me. I made all sorts of promises to myself when the weather started warming up here in northeast Louisiana. This summer I would work less and spend more time on the lake or in the pool, less time being a grownup and more time playing like a kid. And here we are, well
Without Me He Won’t
Sometimes I throw up word pictures on my Instagram, which is synced to my Twitter, which is tied to my Facebook (and am I the only one thinking about the hip bone connected to the thigh bone?). These takeaway thoughts are always pulled straight from what's going on in my own life. Meaning, I'm "preaching" to myself first, and then to anyone listening out there
Living Exposed to the Light
Glow in the dark silly putty for a dollar? Okie dokie! I tossed five packages of putty in my cart and continued towards the checkout. The silly putty was an impulse buy during one of my half dozen trips to the grocery store last week. The multiple shopping sprees were a byproduct of having a week-long celebration with family and friends. But, back to the silly
Open Wide! Here Comes the Airplane!
Remember that? It's from a meal time game most of us have played with a wee one at one point or another. The spoon is the circling airplane and the child's mouth is the hanger. The object? To get the youngster in question to allow another bite of whatever food you're offering into his or her mouth. Should you ever find yourself feeding my youngest grandchild,
There’s This Odd Little Thing I Do
There's this thing I do that some people find odd. To be clear, I do a number of things that fall into that category, but for today's discussion, we'll go with one that concerns my trusty GPS, Mary Elizabeth III. I've told y'all stories in the past about our relationship. We have our ups and downs, mostly because Mary Elizabeth gets really snippy if I fail