Well congratulations, America, on your very own Brexit. We’ve shocked the media and caused quite the upset. The silent majority, the ones who have been afraid to voice their support for fear of violence, pushed Donald Trump to victory, in my opinion. And if you think about it, that’s a good thing. Because it means that those who are feeling oppressed – no, being oppressed – still have a voice with their vote. I’ve been saying all along that Obama’s... Read more

Our Pastor preached a sermon last Sunday entitled “Flamed and Flickered” from Colossians 4:14-16. I won’t re-preach the whole thing, but I wanted to talk about his third point:  Your flame of love for Christ will flicker if you minimize the Word of God.  Under that point, my notes read:  By minimizing the Word of God, you minimize the God of the Word.  Remember as a kid singing Read Your Bible, Pray Every Day? It’s a cute little song, but... Read more

This election, like several recent past elections, has been referred to as an election of choice – the choice between the lesser of two evils.  To a degree, I agree.  I don’t prefer either candidate. In fact, I’ve not preferred any presidential candidate for decades. But here I am again. Four weeks left until the election, and I don’t know how I’m going to cast my vote, because my choices are deplorable.  You know the dilemmas:  Vote for Clinton, get... Read more

I don’t and never will defend Trump’s vulgarity toward women. But I do wonder why his actions are not acceptable to the left, when the left has forced the entire country to tolerate all sorts of sexual perversion: homosexuality, transgenderism, and *ding, ding*, up next on their sick list – pedophilia. In my best kind, little old lady voice … “Oh those poor little pedophiles. They’re not criminal, really. Just .. just … born that way, you know. Oh yes,... Read more

Our Father in heaven,hallowed be your name.Your kingdom come, your will be done,on earth as it is in heaven.Give us this day our daily bread,and forgive us our debts,as we also have forgiven our debtors.And lead us not into temptation,but deliver us from the evil one.  I’m one of those pray-ers who can get in the rut of praying prayers that hit the ceiling. I fall asleep. Or I babble. A lot. Or I worry-pray, which is not worry-praying at all,... Read more

Well. Long time, no blog. As slow as I’ve been at writing this summer, you’d think I was literally using a broken quill and the Pony Express for delivery, but have mercy. It’s been an insanely busy summer, and I’ve lived through it with barely enough energy to scrape by each day. I’ve wanted to write a follow up to my post that I wrote about my cancer scare, but after the news came back that my breast lump was... Read more

The Olympics get me thinking. Some wise old sage once said that you can’t put in what God has left out, meaning, if you don’t have a God-given talent for something, don’t try and act like you do. Instead, find out what you are good at, what God did put in, and develop that. Some people are good at tumbling, swimming, or running. Some are good at computers, baking, or licking stamps.  We are all different. Wonderfully different. And we... Read more

We live in a curious country. Like pimpled teenagers, we are in an awkward phase, trying to figure out who we are and what we believe. Or more accurately, we are trying to be someone we aren’t, just to fit in. I liked us better when we didn’t fit in. When we went against the grain. When we didn’t kowtow to murderers and rapists and terrorists, but set our face like a flint toward the One who led us in... Read more

*song lyrics alluded to in this post are authored by Bob Fitts, Lauren Deigle, and Michael W. Smith My doctor called me on my birthday (June 2nd), to tell me I have breast cancer.  “Unfortunately, the biopsy revealed cancer, and it looks to be the serious sort. The nurse will be calling you shortly to set up an appointment with a breast surgeon who will likely operate and then refer you to an oncologist to get started on chemo and... Read more

In the movie Little Women (with Winona Ryder), there’s a scene in which Jo sits down at the piano and laments about the March family being separated. “Will we all never be together again?” she asks dramatically, without truly expecting an answer. That’s the mindset I’ve been in since about six years ago, when Ashlee left home. Before she got back to Colorado, Jessie was gone (those darn military guys capturing my daughters’ hearts!), and though I love both of... Read more