Growing up in Southern California in the 70’s, the kids in our neighborhood invaded the community pool as often as possible. It cost twenty-five cents for entrance to “The Plunge”, and it was, easily, the best quarter I’ve ever spent. With that quarter came a mesh bag for your towel and flip-flops (although, back then… Continue reading Everything I Ever Needed to Know I Learned at the Community Pool
The “Thread Family” is a group of people with a Facebook status that has been running strong since February 2013. There are over sixty-three thousand comments on the status update, and I don’t think there has even been one day when someone hasn’t commented. The people in the Thread Family are not genetically related to… Continue reading FREEDOM: The Story of the Bathtub Picture
This is the tale of two women, the day God decided they needed to meet, and the morning they learned why. It was a lazy Saturday morning in February, and my husband and I were laying in bed sipping coffee while we leaned into one another and let time drift by with little conversation. We… Continue reading Serendipity at the Cappuccino Bar
We can be greedy with our affections. We can be greedy with intimacy towards our husbands. We avoid eye contact during sex, but then we look for romance in a movie or a book. We can be greedy with our affirmations to others who are gifted–especially if their gift mirrors our own in some way.
Last Friday evening I received a vile and disgusting comment on my blog. The writer, a male who resides in Ohio, gave himself a fictional name, and commented saying horrible things about me and my husband. The things he said were completely inaccurate. He made gross assumptions about our situation and my heart. He made completely inaccurate statements about God’s forgiveness. He assured me that I was not forgiven or redeemed.
When my friend invited me to the IF:Gathering, I found her generous offer to be an act of love. However, as soon as I accepted her offer I began dreading the idea of being around these female world changers.
I sat on the edge of the dirt trail with my hands painfully bound in “cactus handcuffs” and a small tubular cactus embedded in my throbbing thigh. I waited for my hiking partner, my friend and house guest, to return with help. Tears ran down my cheeks, but I couldn’t bring my hand up to… Continue reading The Attack of the Jumping Cholla