What 47 Looks Like on Me

I’ve been doing this a few years, post-birthday, sharing where I am, how far I’ve come, and where I hope to go. I have to say, 47 is weird. It’s a stone’s throw to 50, and wow, that’s an age I never gave a lot of thought to as a college student. That seems like yesterday. One problem. My SON is the college student, not me. In fact, I just…

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Saturday Confession: When Did That Happen?

Feelings of failure loomed late night as the large ice cream cake I bought didn’t fit in our freezer. I didn’t think the fridge would work. I  threw an ice sleeve and ice in a freezer bag with the cake and hoped for the best. When I presented the cake, it took a gasp of air and collapsed into a pile of peanut butter goo. My husband asked why didn’t…

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I Have a New Title…

Mom of teenager. At officially 4:12 p.m. It’s a whole new ballgame from the first school years and brings new victories and challenges. I don’t enter this stage with fear but the peace of God not just on me, but him. I felt early on the time to train him in things of the Lord was early. I knew if I waited until he was a teen, it would be…

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The Father, Son, Holy Spirit and oh yes, the Smallville Finale

Quite a blog title, isn’t it?  Head’s up, if you love the show Smallville and didn’t see the finale, I’m sharing tidbits from the episode. This blog post started writing itself a few minutes into the two hour Smallville series finale Friday night. If you’ve read any of my writing over the years you know I’m a superhero fan. My husband is a Trekkie, I have friends who found revelation…

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Faithful Bloggers Group Writing Project: That Saturday

This post is part of a group writing project Courtney is hosting at Faithful Bloggers. Anyone wishing to can write on a verse/topic regarding Jesus’ death, burial or resurrection and then share a link in her comment section. Matthew 27 (verse from BibleGateway.com) The Guard at the Tomb 62 The next day, the one after Preparation Day, the chief priests and the Pharisees went to Pilate. 63 “Sir,” they said,…

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Character Confession: The Fragrance Called Mercy

He was three months old when we dedicated him, a commitment as parents to raise our son in an environment that models Christ. We were new to that particular church and after the service a man stepped forward and let us know as we prayed, he “saw” our son in a snapshot of sorts, and he was preaching. That was an encouraging vision but through the years we’ve relied on…

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