I’m beginning to think my posts at Inspire a Fire are working against me. đ Last month I wrote about our moving lifestyle. How it works well for us, and how I have learned to enjoy it. But about a week after it posted, it hit me that we are about to do this thing again, and that we don’t know where we are going next. And though I’m ready for it, it didn’t stop me from having about a 24-hour period of some serious anxiety. I’m a planner. And planning for the unknown is a bit tricky. This month my post…
In the past two weeks Corey has had to help me do a lot of things that I didn’t figure I’d need assistance with until I was in my 80s. Â You know, like sitting on a toilet. To give you a glimpse of recent days in our home, the following is an incomplete list of normal everyday things breast cancer has made it necessary for Corey to help me with. Walking. Sitting down. Repositioning myself in my chair. Standing up. Eating. Scratching my itchy nose when my hands couldn’t reach that far. (When I was coming out of anesthesia this…
Proverbs 5:18 Rejoice in the wife of your youth. The girl interest level at my house is pretty low right now, but I know my boys will sooner or later realize that the females of the species arenât so bad. And though two of my three are adamant about retaining their bachelorhood until death, I know it is likely that someday a sweet girl will take their breath away and eventually their heart. In this world where sex outside of marriage is aggressively promoted as right and good, where the negative effects of it are ignored, where divorce is…
âYou know, itâs okay if your primary ministry focus is your husband and your kids.â I donât remember the details of the conversation with my mother-in-law leading up to that comment, but those words were the impetus to a change in my mom of small children perspective. I knew I wanted my primary role at that point in my life to be wife and mother, but it wasnât until someone else said it out loud that I started to seriously think about what it meant. My husband was a project manager for a construction company and depending on what point he…
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.