Closed Doors, Open Windows:  If God Were My Handy Man I Would've Fired Him Already
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Closed Doors, Open Windows:  If God Were My Handy Man I Would’ve Fired Him Already

Closed Doors, Open Windows:  If God Were My Handy Man I Would’ve Fired Him Already I am not a huge fan of the saying, “God won’t close a door without opening a window.” I mean, it’s a lovely thought.  That He, the God of all, is up on high organizing bigger and better things…  with a Phillip’s Head screwdriver and a can of WD-40. If only. Yes, If only there was a mechanical explanation for why all the hinges on …

Plan B:  My Baby Ishmael Backup Plan for When God Forgets
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Plan B:  My Baby Ishmael Backup Plan for When God Forgets

Plan B:  My Baby Ishmael Backup Plan for When God Forgets Do you have one of those women in your life that says unreachable and outlandish, slay you when you need it, but really don’t want it, things? I have one. Katie. I have only met her in person once.  She may not know it, but she’s in my top 5 of people I can’t live without.  And yes, I have six kids… and a husband. Whatever. That’s not the …

Dear Jesus,  Don’t Answer Me, Not Just Yet…. 1
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Dear Jesus,  Don’t Answer Me, Not Just Yet….

Dear Jesus,  Don’t Answer Me, Not Just Yet…. Among the broken, distraught, and altogether rotten brats I must encounter each day, as their mother, I am the worst of these. I want what I want when I want it. That means now. I want my café mocha, “skinny, extra hot, with an extra shot, and yes I still want whip cream. And yes, I know that refutes the skinny.” Don’t mess with me you snarky Grad-School Barista with a lip ring… …

Stop the Ride I want to Get Off… Wait, Nevermind 1
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Stop the Ride I want to Get Off… Wait, Nevermind

Stop the Ride I want to Get Off… Wait, Nevermind When our second oldest son, Luke was five, he had a best friend, Rebecca. The fair-haired duo sported wide eyes, toothless grins and belly laughs that left them breathless and delirious. The moment the two younglings were in each other’s midst they would laugh until we thought they’d need medical attention, to onlookers, there was nothing funny, besides the hilarity of the two kindergarten eccentrics. On one occasion Luke came …

I am a Crusty Christian: Go on and Judge me, I am too Crusty to Care 1
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I am a Crusty Christian: Go on and Judge me, I am too Crusty to Care

Crusty. That is what we call it at my house, crusty.  Crusty is when you are mad, sad, indifferent, and don’t want to get out of your pajamas or go to school or get out of the bed.  I have been in bed for 26 hours and counting.  Crusty. I liken it to half a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, crammed between the couch cushions.  It is dry and brittle, altogether gross… yes, that is me.  I am crusty, and …

How to Believe God When Life Stinks Like a Poopy Diaper in a Hot Minivan 1
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How to Believe God When Life Stinks Like a Poopy Diaper in a Hot Minivan

How to Believe God When Life Stinks Like a Poopy Diaper in a Hot Minivan The trouble with life is, it stinks.  It stinks like a poopy diaper in a hot minivan.  It stinks like a poopy diaper in a hot minivan, in July in a Walmart parking lot, with my keys locked inside, 5 crying kids, and $312.86 worth of groceries, spoiling in the summer sun.  Standing outside the van I can see, even if I had my keys, …