Profound, spiritual moments are rare. Many have never had one. And those that have, they are forever changed.
I’m in no way anti-gun, but they’ve never been something I was interested in or fascinated by. I own a gun — a small Ruger 22, given to me by my father — but I never even loaded it, let alone fired it.
So here begins my journey into being more grateful and gracious. In being more mindful and more meaningful. More intentional. More empathetic. And maybe I’ll even have some of those healthy physical side effects as well.
It’s time to make some changes, y’all. I’ve been a bad blogger. I’ve been a bad eater. I’ve been a bad exerciser. I’ve been just all-around bad.
I’m truly blessed to have such real marriage role models to inspire me and guide me in my marriage. They’ve taught me what love really looks like, and it certainly doesn’t come from a storybook.
For nineteen years, I grieved as your friend and classmate. But this year I’m grieving you as a mother. And my heart is breaking all over again.
It’s been one year since I saw you last, and I still think about you often. Images that pop up in my Facebook feed. The jangle of your collar that still hangs on my rearview mirror.
Bath time with one dog is so much easier than bath time with three dogs. In fact, without the dog-funk multiplied by three, I sometimes totally forget to even give Pickles a bath. He’s small and shorthaired, so he can carry a lot of funk before we notice. But, man…
Worry. This is my worst habit. Seriously. I worry ALL. THE. TIME. About everything. Going broke and losing our house my son getting a rare and deadly illness my friends turning their backs on me my parents dying my husband getting Lyme Disease my husband dying on a hunting trip…
Once upon a time, there was a young girl who loved to help others. She loved sharing knowledge, and she loved books. She knew from the start that she was meant to be a teacher. So, when she went off to college, she declared her major as “Secondary English Education,”…