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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…