The Wastelands of Minimalism

On most days I am one exhausted mama.  A large portion of my unrest is due to the clutter build up in our home.  Things without homes, things placed with the intent that the magic fairies will put them away.  Things left out by young children and grown adults. Things that trip you.  Things that…

Digging Through Old Journals

Abell Junior High was such an awkward yet amazing experience for what I believe to be all of us.  We made great friends, and our biggest cares were perhaps attending the end of the year TAAS fair or receiving carnations on Valentines.   I wasn’t afraid to be who I was then, sometimes I wish…

First World Problems

I was raised in a home where I never wanted for anything of necessity, there was always a hot meal (or cold pizza on my favorite mornings) and a roof over my head.  This did not come without sacrifice, these things were not just ordained upon me.  I understand that there was no fairy with…

Meeting My Stepchild For The First Time

I stood in the long, gray corridor just before room 208. I needed a moment, a moment to ponder, to catch my breath before I’d knock. Was I ready for this? Was this the right timing, was it too soon? How much of this is me being ready, or just giving into the ongoing pressure?…

The House of R is Temporarily House-less

The House of “R” has more been the House of Usher this past month, and I’m not only referring to it’s crumbling state after the last set of tornados in our neighborhood.   More I’m referring to the lack of home all together, no it may not have deteriorated off a cliff when the rain…

You must Believe to Receive

There is a magic to Christmas a sort of whimsical wonder that extends to the world of tooth fairy’s and Easter Bunny’s, these mythical characters instilled a sense of wonder in them. Santa was an enigma as well as a blessing to my childhood.   I was fascinated with his magical world of flying reindeer,…

What Does Missioning Mean to You?

No really I’m curious.  As discussed before I grew up Baptist, missioning was a mission you pursued either ‘across the tracks’ or amongst the masses of a foreign population.  You were called to the front while everyone placed their hands on you and prayed for your safety and that your mind be with God, speaking for God. For…

Share Your World Week #38

Are you a hugger or a non-hugger?  I am a non-hugger, I was raised by it honestly.  My grandmother made a comment to me after an awkward encounter of the worst kind, “perhaps I should have shown you love growing up…::sigh:: oh well.” No really don’t touch me.  It really makes me anxious, almost like…