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Pinky Toe

I had a hard time sleeping the other night. Wasn't worried about a child, a bill, or a boyfriend. Instead, I had the smallest blister on the outside of that poor, neglected pinky toe.
This tiny, seemingly insignificant thing throbbed like a three year old crying two aisles over in Walmart --so annoying. I could have gotten up for a bandaid or some Tylenol, but that would have required getting out of my very comfy bed.
The next morning it was fine, but I was like, DANG. One little thing threw me off almost all night.
You may be wondering about now why you should care.
Here's the point: the body of Christ has many parts, and when one of those parts is down, the rest of the body needs to get its butt out of bed and go get some spiritual Tylenol. 
That would have been an easy fix for me the other night, but I was too comfortable and didn't care enough to get up and help this poor little toe feel better.
How am I using my time, talents, and treasure to be spiritual Tylenol? How am I…

The Absolute Last Thing Anyone Wants To Do

On the list of things I like to do:   (In no particular order) Eat pizza.  Take beach vacations. Spend time with all of my children.


On the "Not So Much" list:  Discuss my emotions, which leads me to today's blog post.


In conversation with the BFWKYBWYNI (Best Friend Who Kicks Your Butt When You Need It), I realized that these down and out emotions I have been having recently are pretty much legit. In the last year:
my dad died,
my youngest moved to her dad's,
my work underwent a major restructuring and reduction in force (and since I shuffle the papers in HR, dealt somehow with each one),
my relationship with an amazing man ended in a very non-fairytale way, and
my parents' home of thirty-eight years is on the market. 


So my BFWK....(you know)  said a normal person would be having a difficult time with all these changes.


So rather than taking out my emotions on a half-gallon of organic mint chip ice cream I know happens to currently live in my freezer, her…

Four Places You Will Not Find Fat People

Supersize Me.  Fast Food Nation.


Alternately, the Whole 30.  Paleo.  Atkins.  Weight Watchers.  Trim Healthy Mama (THM).  Advocare. Mayo Clinic Diet.  Marie Osmond and NutriSystem.  Over one million results from a Google search of juicing.


All these address people who, by all means and measures, are probably clinically obese.  As a person who has heart disease on both sides of my family tree, I am concerned with how I eat and getting exercise. 



But without resorting to easy, popular topics like body shaming, the Kardashians, or celebrity cellulite, can we talk, people?  I ran across this on facebook and I literally laughed out loud. 




So with respect for skinny and fat people alike, I humbly submit my list of place you will NOT find fat people.  Besides places that are cold and you need body fat to survive.  (Just sayin'.)
1.Abercrombie and Fitch
Just don't even start me.  Stores that openly discourage non-size 2-8 from shopping in their stores have some serious, elitist insec…

Three Reasons to Celebrate My Birthday

#48isgr8.


That's how I'm responding to birthday wishes this year.  Hashtags get some attention, and it's a fun way to say a lot in a few characters.  But there's an agenda behind it.


This year ends with me gaining some wisdom and a few battle scars that make my heart remember where I've been.  But another year begins, and I am more excited about this next year than I ever have been before.  Thus, three reasons why I'm uber excited about this next year (besides getting birthday cake).


1.  I'm becoming aware of my need:
Just like how I can hear my children call my name in a busy store, I realize my need to discern God's voice  and follow in obedience. I can hear a bunch of different kids say Mom, but I know when it's my child saying it. Likewise, I want to know what God says in His word to us, the Bible, so that I recognize the stirring of my heart when God moves in that still, small way.
2. I'm (trying) to move when God says move:  God has given me…