I was contemplating something the other day. Adam and Eve. When they sinned and ate of the tree. And Yahweh disciplined them and all of His creation. Did they ever apologize? Was their true repentance for what they had done? I don’t need an answer, I was just wondering.
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I’m sorry.
Two beautiful words. Two very seldom spoken words. Continue Reading…
Happy Hanukkah! Tonight at sundown begins the Festival of Lights!
Ah, what a drastic difference from yesterday, huh? Here we go on and on about how we don’t celebrate Santa and now we’re talking about how as Christian’s we’re celebrating Hanukkah? Say wha??? Legalistic weirdos. Continue Reading…
If you know me at all you know that most would consider me a radical. But, really, is there any other way to describe a Christ follower? I tend to reference this scripture a lot but it’s a great one to have memorized.
Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. (Romans 12:2 ESV)
Do not be conformed. In other words, other people should be able to see that you, my dear, stand out from the rest. That there is something that sets you apart. Because you are set apart. Continue Reading…
I was perusing Pinterest when I saw this beauty come up! Gorgeous wreath, isn’t it?
{photo taken from the Anthropologie website.
Now, I love Anthropologie. The majority of my wardrobe is from there. And I covet everything in their home decor section. But, if you have the time to make a pom pom wreath {and you have extra hands willing to help}, these are extremely easy to make! Continue Reading…
Yeah, so the term Highly Sensitive Person {HSP} is making the rounds on Facebook nowadays. Because, you know, we all need another label.
And this one? I wear with pride. Cause it is me to a T.
Here is a link to the description of what a Highly Sensitive Person is.
My husband is really sweet and tells me I have Disney princess eyes. Sounds really romantic, doesn’t it? I’m thinking it’s more because my eyes become like saucers when I’m in an undesirable environment. Large crowds? My heart will begin galloping at Kentucky Derby speed. My eyes dart around looking for any form of empty space to retreat to. While my husband is pressing in, going toward the crowd pulling six youngin’s with him. All the while doing his best Fezzik impression.
