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I Didn’t Need My Husband, & He Didn’t Need Me

When I Didn’t Need My Husband, & He Didn’t Need Me What is this thing called love? From the first kiss to the “I do’s,” and the late-night feedings, big fights, great makeups, and checking account mishaps, marriage and lovey-dovey don’t always co-exist. I have said it before, I will say it again, there is nothing “cool” about man bashing. Ick. I love my husband.  He is my family.  And, he is my best friend. He mystifies, irritates, and delights …

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How to Survive the Wilderness on a Road Less Traveled

How to Survive the Wilderness on a Road Less Traveled In grade school, I had to memorize a poem. If I am, to be honest, the one I picked was the easiest of those to chose from.  If you have read anything I have written before, you know, I was not a super gifted student.  Back then, it wasn’t so much the road less traveled, but the road that was the less intimidating… less destructive and would not amplify my …

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Grief Relief: When You Can Talk About “It” and Do Laundry Too

Grief Relief: When You Can Talk About “It” and Do Laundry Too You may not be ready to hear this, but that’s okay.  I wasn’t ready to say it, until just now. It came without warning. There wasn’t a day marked on the calendar. We weren’t waiting for it, honestly, I figured it was just a rumor.  This place where all the sudden, I wasn’t in shambles on the floor.  I didn’t need a Xanax or some dear friend, who …

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The Trouble with Dead Christians: They’re Still Dead

The Trouble with Dead Christians: They’re Still Dead I remember quite vividly the funeral of a dear friend at the ripe old age of 43.  At the time I was 30, and I may have considered her “middle-aged.” Now, myself at 46, I am certain she wasn’t.  As her husband and young son stood at the podium, her beloved man said, “we were having so much fun, yes, that’s it… we were having fun just being together.” It had been …

The Scripture I Love to Hate: How I Hope it is the Truth 1
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The Scripture I Love to Hate: How I Hope it is the Truth

Yes, there is a scripture I love to hate, and oh how I hope it is the truth.  There are varying degrees of bad. Recently, my vandal sons, Sam age 5 and Charlie age 3 wrote all over the walls and carpet with a magic marker at my parents’ house. I informed them this act was really, really bad. They protested. Charlie: No, not weally, weally bad. Sam: It’s just bad. Weally, weally bad has blood. I appreciated this clarification. …

Uncovered: How to Reveal My Identity in Christ 1
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Uncovered: How to Reveal My Identity in Christ

Who are you and what fresh hot mess are you into now? I imagined Christ, my redeemer asking me this often. I have been cleaning up my blog. I didn’t want to start one. I was forced into it. I have never had so much fun as I have had here on this page. Today is the last day to make changes to my book and approve endorsements before it goes to print.  I could say it is a dream …