• Infertility,  Miscarriage,  Pregnancy

    Healed from Infertility: Our Rainbow Baby

    I can’t explain the despondency I was feeling around the beginning of October. As we crept into the beginnings of the month, I was anticipating what would have been the first birthday of the baby we lost, and thinking a lot about what may have been. My husband and I had been going to a specialist for infertility since January and every trip yielded more depressing facts. When one problem improved, another unraveled. Here it was… October…. and if it didn’t work by November, the next step in the process would have required procedures my husband and I object to. I knew that in four weeks, I would hear the…

  • Character,  Ministry,  Uncategorized

    Unbearable

    “God will never put you through more than you can handle.” If I’ve heard it once, I’ve heard it a thousand times. These are words that glide off the vast majority of Christian tongues whenever calamity strikes. They are meant to encourage, and are spoken in all sincerity… The problem is… it’s just not true. I’m about to shatter some “holy grail” of Christian philosophy for a lot of people, but the scripture people are referring to actually says this: There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able;…

  • Character

    When Hormones Hijack Your Emotions

    Quickbooks 2015. A brand new install, sleek and powerful and ready for a new school year. Honestly, it couldn’t get much better than this. The grand features and brightly colored graphs were magnificently thrilling. It was just beautiful…. So beautiful in fact, that tears started streaming down my face in a steady, prolific flow. It’s a wild ride, I’m telling you.   Recently, because of a medication, on regular intervals and without fail, I have these profuse tearful reactions. It is not because I am an overly sentimental person or prone to be teary. It’s not because there is anything that would truly be moving to me. It doesn’t matter…

  • Single Girl,  Uncategorized

    Hey Chick, He’s Married

    Mark and I were sitting across the table from a young lady one day, all playing a board game when I noticed something. Not only was she frequently casting my husband a flirty little grin with a conspiratorial twinkle in her eye, but she was trying to engage him in a team effort to beat me. I get that it was a game. There will be people that think it was innocent fun. But I’m a woman. And I know women. Ask any wife. We are programmed to pick up on the finest details in a person’s behavior and interpret them with stunning accuracy. I ascertained something at that little…

  • Character,  Miscarriage

    Where Fear & Faith Switch

    I heard someone say recently, that no matter how brave people seem, every person has a fear. It may be heights, or death, or the IRS, or losing your job, or drowning… My greatest fear? Growing up it was a superficial one. I was afraid of being buried alive. For years, I insisted to those around me that upon my death, all organs were to be extracted from my body so I could not wake up in the grave. And then, just in case, I wanted someone to assemble an air horn above the grave, with a cord tied to my hand, so I could yank it and alert the…

  • Character

    She Wears Pink Glasses

    Mixed up in a pile of drawings from my grade school years, is a crayon portrait of my mother, and a list of facts about her. “My Mom wears draw string jeans. She likes turtle necks. She wears pink glasses.” I’m not sure what my little brain was thinking, or why I chose to talk about her clothes, but turtlenecks and pink glasses were not the reason I was drawing a picture of her. I drew my Mom because she was my hero. She was the one that painted pictures on shirts for me, and did my hair every morning, obliging me with my choice of spunky and colorful hair…

  • Featured Recipes,  Homemaking,  Recipes

    Applebee’s Boneless BBQ Wings

    Before I met my husband, Applebee’s was my favorite place to eat and Boneless Honey BBQ wings were my favorite menu item. In spite of their high calorie status, I was a faithful, weekly customer during their half price appetizer hours. Then, Mark and I started dating and I found out he didn’t eat at restaurants that serve alcohol. After my initial panic while considering a lifetime without the plethora of restaurants I was used to, I decided that Mark was worth giving up everything from Applebee’s to Olive Garden and more. 🙂 As it turns out, it really has not been that big of a deal. So, for the…

  • Character,  Ministry,  Prayer

    Are You Ready for Church?

    Comb your hair, straighten your tie and pull your suit jacket on. Strap on your heels, dust your hair with a final cloud of hairspray and take one last look in the mirror. Grab your purses, your Bibles, your keys and head out the door. You’re ready for church. But are you ready for church? It’s easy to forget the entire purpose of coming to the house of God. Our motive shouldn’t be fueled by an empty obligation to fulfilling the social protocol for being a Christian. We don’t go to church simply because that is “what we’re supposed to do.” The purpose of coming to church is to set…

  • Character,  Money Management,  Single Girl

    Sorry Wal-Mart

    I actually used to be quite cynical about Valentine’s Day. To be fair though, it is a single girl’s DUTY to be cynical on Valentine’s Day. Who else is going to gag over all the girls swooning over lavish gifts and laugh at the men sweating bullets over their presentations? It’s kind of the unspoken rule when you are single, to be grossed out on Valentine’s Day. Plain and simple. But deep down… well… I’m about to shed a little light on all that gagging… It’s a survival mechanism. When you walk through the store as a single girl and the aisles are packed full of giant teddy bears, the…

  • Character

    The Ugly Truth about Hurt

    As much as I hate to admit it, I was lying in bed last night, trying to fall asleep, when those scenes began unfolding again. My mind swirled with the unsolved mysteries of motive. It wasn’t the biggest deal in the world but it just kept nagging me. I wanted to tell that person a few things; diplomatically set the record straight. I wanted to make sure they and whoever they influenced with their unbridled actions got the true story. But, believe it or not, I’m actually brighter than that. Chasing redemption for hurt feelings, no matter how well you have planned your execution, is a slippery slope. I knew the…