Dying to Self

When you are forgotten or neglected or purposely set at naught, and you sting and hurt with the insult or the oversight, But your heart is happy, being counted worthy to suffer for Christ – that is dying to self. When your good is evil spoken of, when your wishes are crossed, your advice disregarded, … Read more

Smell you Later

(I blogged this 2 years ago and it was a little weird to see a prompt with the exact same title. For a second there I couldn’t find it in my archives and I thought, ‘They’ve deleted my article and stolen the title!!’ And then I found it.) My son James catches his kindergarten bus … Read more

For the Love of Chambermaids

I don’t spend ridiculous amounts of time in lavish hotels just to catch a break from life. I don’t wear furs or flaunt my Patek chronometer (I don’t own one.) I don’t use fancy phrases and blow cigarette smoke in the butlers’ faces as I sashay in my spiffy high-heels. But what must stupefy the … Read more

The Finger-Thucking Wrethler

The Finger-thucking Wrethler James is my cowboy ninja. He is fearsome and bad to the bone. His favorite thing in the whole wide world, as they say, though he hardly knows what lies beyond “them hills”, is to wrestle. He makes feral noises while he leaps across furniture, flying through the air and swiftly kicking … Read more