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When Your Best Yes is a Dragging, Kicking, Screaming No

Ornery is a word that runs in our family.
My grandmother?  Ooh, ornery in her later years.  Very sweet, very southern, but could be very ornery.  My mom?  Very sweet, a godly saint.  But she wants what she wants.  And I see this trait starting to rear its stubborn head in my life.
But it just didn't start.  I have been ornery for some time.  And although I'm not so sure how biblical that cartoon is, I know that it describes my life at more than one time.  
I know so many Bible verses about waiting on the Lord and how God is always there and we're never alone.  But sometimes I just want to hold on to something so tightly that I go back into my little corner and pretend that if I just leave God alone, my life will go exactly the way I want it to and everything will be JUST GREAT.
It's just when the Holy Spirit pricks my heart and gives it a gentle nudge that I have to break down into tears of guilt and sorrow that I have been so, for lack of a better word, stupid.  I kn…

How to Be Found When You're Incredibly Lost

If you are lost, the surest way to be found is to ride around in a 1978 Ford station wagon (the one with the fake wood paneling on the side) and use a loudspeaker to announce your name and ask for your family to identify themselves.

At least that was my first experience being lost.  My family camped a lot when I was young in the wilds of Pennsylvania.  I rode my bike a little too far around the campground and it got a little too dark and a kind, elderly couple rode me around until the loudspeaker caught the attention of my parents, who assumed I was with siblings.

You can be lost in a lot of ways.  I have already blogged on my adventure of following a faulty GPS, and going to Walmart is always a lesson in "I have got to remember where I parked next time."  

But try writing a blog.  There are only about 16 quatrillion blogs out there in the blogosphere. Some are terrible, some are so-so, some are really good.  I know of a person who has a blog that is just for her own journaling…

8 things mothers of teens know that mothers of preschoolers don't

I <3 James Dobson.
He and his organization, Focus on the Family, were so invaluable to me as a young mom with 3 kids under 5.  Some days I just did not know how to cope with a strong-willed child or how to get my house clean or how to be the mom I thought I would be.  And  I would listen to his radio broadcast and get some clarity for that day.  
So in that same frame of mind, with preschool and elementary years way behind me, here's a few tips for my friends who are moms of that age.
1.  You will either take extreme pride or extreme indifference over how many birthdays you did cupcakes or whatever for school.  I'm more on the pride side, because taking cupcakes on birthdays made me feel like I did something right.  But I have a friend on the indifference side who asked me, "How many birthdays do you remember now that you are an adult?"
2.  I still don't know of a child who took a pacifier to kindergarten.
3.  All the tricks and games I used to get young son p…

Your Basic All-In-One Blog Post

I once had a four-in-one screwdriver.  It felt good to know I was covered in life's circumstances, as long as I only needed a small or medium flathead or Phillips screwdriver.  This is a four-in-one blog.  I tried to separate them, but the ideas were as entwined together as headphones that have been in my purse for a week.


I have often found myself eating to medicate my emotions, as I'm sure a number of people can relate to.  I would have the thought in the midst of the gorging, "Why do I do this?  What makes me do this?"  The first thought I had was, I am eating because I don't know when I will eat next, which makes me sound like I live in a third world country.  What I discovered, through some soul-searching, was that food was the only thing I could control and by golly, I'm going to have a lot of it and that is my substitute for control.  I am going to be confident by consumption.


That's why the word consume in our verse this week really caused me to s…

What Happened to My Picket Fence? or #Truth

Crazy.  Just absolutely crazy.


Your life is a composite of so many things -- it could include kids, a job, aging parents, health issues, husband issues, your own wants, dreams of vacations, and, oh, by the way, E is the letter of the day because it starts the word early, which is when  you need to leave because that's where the gas gauge needle is pointing to. Crazy.


Aaaahhhhhh!  Really?  Is this what it is?  Somehow this is not the perfect life I envisioned as a 20 year old!  I thought that I would get married, have kids, have a cute house, and live a life like I saw in a lifetime of Southern Living magazines.
Well, I'm here to tell you that marriage is not a magic key to happiness, kids grow up and want to have their own lives, and food stylists do not come to your house every day.
The truth is that God is here and He has a plan.  The truth is that we are called to deny ourselves (what?  deny?  I'm more about the getting....) and take up the cross of Christ
every single …

Chocolate Stash

Oh, you know who you are.  You, the mom or other woman who surreptitiously buys chocolate "for work," or "for Sunday School," or even better (and by better, I mean less believable) "stocking up for Valentine's/Easter/Halloween/Christmas...because it's a good deal."


My mom is one of these people.  For decades, she has had a stash.  A chocolate stash.  The actual stash location has moved over the years, but I know at any given time, there is a bag of chocolate or graham cracker cookies coated in chocolate or chocolate minis SOMEWHERE in her house.  To her credit, my mom is forever trying to lose those pesky THREE pounds she "needs" to lose.  Uh-huh.  It's like that.


Once, while putting some laundry away in the cavernous closet she has, I heard the unmistakable crinkle of a plastic bag containing chocolate.  Like a jungle cat on the prowl, I started looking, aware I had unearthed the new stash location.  Under hanging clothes, in a bag, w…

I. Am. That. Woman.

Although we may have likely never met, I bet we are pretty similar... but this is me.


I am...Daniel.  My lions are chocolate chip cookies, and I am surrounded by them.  Except in my story, God helps me keep my mouth shut.


I am Moses.  My small group comes along side of me and holds up my arms, and my determination, when I don't think I can do it anymore.


I am that woman at the well, who prostitutes her emotions to food to feel good and to make it all better.  Jesus is the bread of life, who says, "Come unto me, and I will give you rest." 


I am the lost sheep, that Jesus lovingly pursues to bring me back into the fold.  He says, "Hear the sound of my voice through my Word. Crave me, not fragile shells of comfort that break when the next problem comes."


I am the blind man.  I have sat by the pool of Siloam for so long, hoping and waiting for a miracle to come my way.  Jesus has come, and he has opened my eyes to a life that is so much more rewarding and promising.  I…

You're invited!

Super duper.

I have been known to use those two words together on more than one occasion.  Okay, upwards of "many" occasions.  And sometimes I am really, truly super duper excited about something.  Well, that's today's blog post.

I am SUPER DUPER excited about the latest Online Bible Study with Proverbs31.org!  They're using one of my favorite authors, Lysa TerKeurst, a great book, Made to Crave,and a topic I desperately need  help with -- filling those God-sized holes with food.

To be completely honest, I have owned this book for some time and me and a coworker started doing the video series together last year.  But I was not in a place where I was ready to confront my gluttony and my over-willingness to treat chaos and stress with food.  But now I am, and I am really excited about doing this with over 30,000 other women, online.

So I invite, you, my friend, to join!  There's still plenty of time (it doesn't start until January 19th), and I know that yo…