.I pray that I might boldly profess, that no matter how badly I mess up the message, checking the wrong box, too long of a tweet, or fatigue induced grammatical errors, all will know my heart belongs to Jesus Christ. And also that James Dobson doesn’t think I am an icky internet creep.
I confess, I left last Thursday to attend a conference, certain I would learn little. I am pretty good at this gig, I assured myself. I just signed with Harvest House, I have a growing Facebook community, whom I adore, and I LOVE to blog. And I went into blogging kicking and screaming. Alas, itRead More
Yesterday was stressful, like cliff diving. You know, I could delete that, pretty much in my world that goes without saying. For now, I will leave it. There is one aspect of my life where it would seem only other writers would glean from my current stressor but, at 1:00 am I realized that IRead More
A little person came to me to report that another little person had said the “A” word. I marched upstairs. “Why would you say the ‘A’ word?” I griped. The little person was already in tears. “I’m sorry,” she sniffled. “I was so frustrated with him, and it just flew out of my mouth.”Read More
A fierce embracing of His sovereignty. And He will move how He moves and save how He saves. He is a good, good Father. In the progression of what seems like He didn’t hear, and in the silence of wait….
When this posts, I will be headed to the airport. Again. If you have read this blog before you may have heard this once or twice, I am afraid of flying. Not dying, flying. More specifically, heights, being trapped in a small space, and turbulence. I don’t like roller coasters, and I certainly don’t wantRead More
One of my favorite Christian authors emailed me in reference to my upcoming book submission and asked me this question, yesterday, at 2:33 pm… she is famous. She is wise and poetic. The email said “HI!” and this was the question inside, “where are you in your craft?” Yesterday was one of the longest and most stressful days in my life. I felt I should answer her truthfully. My response:.
In my pajamas eating Nutella. Love, Jami
I have no choice but to tell you about the lunacy that I am surrounded by…..
My Grammar can be graded, at best … “adequate.” I have only had my blog up two days. Two of my most trusted grammatically correct friends have already repaired my babble, six or seven times. God bless you angels of the written word. So I fumble through my commas, and debate, Oxford comma, or no? Read More