I had to screen shot this. That’s me right there next to Joni Eareckson Tada. What?!? I know that all Today’s Christian Woman writers are just regular people like me who happen to love Jesus and the printed word. But bear with me as I have a moment or two of awestruckness. Because every now and then a girl has to let her emotions take her where they may. And I think being asked to become a regular contributor at TCW warrants a few moments of walking in the clouds.
Not once in my years of motherhood have my kids ever been ready to go back to school. (Except for Lewis in preschool, but technically that wasn’t going back to school.) I know there are moms out there who love the smell of freshly sharpened pencils and can’t wait to go back-to-school shopping. (I am not one of you.) I also know there kids out there who pour over their schedules and spend hours figuring out what to wear the first day. (My children are not those kids.) My boys D.R.E.A.D. the day. (I like to think it’s because their mom…
I’m over on The Mid at Scary Mommy today giving advice to my younger self. Feel free to check it out. An author/teacher whom I have an immense amount of respect for said that the best advice he ever got as a writer was, “You must be willing to walk down the street naked.” Every time a piece of me goes out into the world of cyber-space via an article I’ve written, I have a better understanding of what that statement means.
I am excited be the writer of the August 5 devo at Christian Devotions. If that site brought you to this blog, welcome. * My devo, Nature Proclaims, was a result of the first backpacking trip my crazy husband convinced me to take with him. (We’ve since gone on 4 additional trips; 2 as a couple and 2 as a family.) * I went through my old writings and found a few photos and a list I wrote after completing that first trip. Turns out, you can learn quite a lot when you step out of your comfort zone and…
I started it a year ago, but it’s complete and installed now and that’s what counts right? All it took to motivate me was a funky smell in my boy’s bedroom which necessitated the removal of all items in search of possible culprits. The miscreant is still a mystery, but the bedroom is darn clean and smelling fresh. Plus, now there is a designated place for hanging weapons. Something every eight-year-old needs.