What do you think a godly woman should look like? Should she be a model of self-denial, at the perfect weight? Or comfortable with wearing the shape that time and life impose on her? ***** Perhaps both. Remember that scales are a recent phenomenon, and until the last century were not put into use as […]
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A question for you: What is it with women and food? I’ve been having fun conversations lately with people like me who love chocolate, and who in snowy weather want to sit around eating all the time. Oh me. What do you think a godly woman should look like? Should she be a model of
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Anybody else’s kids home from school today because of the cold? Here’s what we’re doing at my house–a homemade scavenger hunt. Geared for any reading kid, probably aged 6-12… and a lot younger than that if Mommy will help. I used to do this a lot with the kids when they were smaller. Today we
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Brethren, it is flat COLD out there. Today I saw something I’ve never seen before in my life: the wind had rolled its own snowballs. They call em snow rollers. I hear they’re all over facebook in my town, and an Ohio article today featured some cool pictures. I feel really honored that the wind
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Confession: Yesterday I walked out of a restaurant without paying. This is not a joke. And nobody else paid either. I just forgot. It was a little coffee shop where I went to get a drink with my mom and my daughter. Because our drinks weren’t all ready at the same time and because they
What Anita did looked so fun I decided to try it too. Here’s the template if you want to join the party. Based on the beautiful poem “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon. ***** I am from hot suppers and homegrown cabbage and children in and out of doors. I am from the ancient gray
Confession: There are many days when I feel I could cheerfully dispense with the trappings of motherhood. Not motherhood itself, mind you; just the trappings that come with it. “Wear this, Mommy.” Um. Do I have to? I’ve never been a natural loving-every-blessed-minute kind of mother, beaming while cooking early breakfast. I love my kids like
An amateur word-picture, just for fun–though the experience certainly was not. ***** They turned me into a sickly sun set high above the earth I scorched everything I touched Blistered that desert Heartbeats and mustangs gone loco together And I could not tell the cowboys guns From the pounding And the pounding in my head
I awoke one morning heavy, a weight of bad dreams pressing me into the mattress, the voice of the Accuser echoing in the room, hissing, taunting, blaming. His words were lies, all lies. I rose to shake them off, and yet— There was that small grain of truth. Satan is a coward and a cheat.
Hello, my pal! Welcome to Daffy Supper Land, where we eat with a shovel in one hand and a baby fork in the other. Have fun eating! –Aarick Zook Confession: When I was a teen, I spake as a teen, I understood as a teen, I thought as a teen: but when I became a
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