For those who don’t know me, I am a white suburban housewife married to a large city police officer. I grew up in a predominately white city, my high school had a handful of African American students, and my college campus was about the same. I can count on one hand the number of African American … Continue reading When Your Husband is a White Police Officer: Part 2
The Most Excellent Way. The Most Excellent Way. The Most Excellent Way. Funny how you can read something several dozen times over the course of your life and then one day it just jumps out at you. The Most Excellent Way. I can’t get it out of my head. I didn’t search it out. It was … Continue reading The Most Excellent Way
When your husband is a white police officer, you get angry when you hear about two more African American lives taken. What the hell is going on with some of our men in uniform? When your husband is a white police officer, you cry when you wake and discover over a dozen Dallas police officers gunned down … Continue reading When Your Husband is a White Police Officer
I’ve been absent from here since November because I needed the time and brain power to prepare a lesson I was asked to present for a women’s Bible study this month. I’ve come to the conclusion that my brain can’t participate in two writing projects at the same time. I do not possess the mental … Continue reading What Does This Mean?
I have a love/hate relationship with Time Hop. For those of you not familiar with Time Hop, it’s an app you can sync with Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. Then, each day you can click on the Time Hop app and see what you posted on the current day in previous years. Usually, I check my … Continue reading Remember.
Bitterness. What a nasty little emotion. Or for some, what a nasty BIG emotion. So toxic and poisonous. I wasn’t expecting bitterness to slink in the other day while I was talking with a friend of mine. Unbeknownst to her, our conversation regarded a particular situation I had recently wrestled with and thought I had … Continue reading When Bitterness Slithered In
I just passed my 21st birthday; 21 years of walking with Jesus. He and I went to the local bar to celebrate with a drink, you know, because 21. Just kidding. I actually spent the night of September 18th worshiping with roughly 300 other lady-folk. My church just hosted our second annual ReVive conference for women. … Continue reading He Took Hold of Me
“Lord, bind Satan’s ass.” This was a prayer I prayed vehemently in the car the other day, with tears in my eyes and fierceness in my voice. It was a bit unorthodox and I’ll explain it’s context shortly. But first I must address the fact that sharing this sort of prayer will no doubt rub the … Continue reading Lord, Bind Satan’s Ass
I had fallen asleep on the couch, maybe 20 minutes. The patter of size 11 feet on the tile and a thin voice awoke me, “Mommy, Keddy broken this of yours.” Fiona handed me a Crayola Twistables colored pencil, the red one. Keddy had twisted it all the way up and broke the coloring material … Continue reading A Mother’s Nebulous Boundaries
I am a people watcher. Unabashedly. I can still hear my mom from my kid years, “Elizabeth, stop staring.” I simply can’t help myself. The world is full of so many fascinating humans. I’m like a nerdy anthropologist studying all the hair-dos, tattoos, mannerisms, facial expressions, fashion, language, and interactions of other people. I am … Continue reading His Infinitude is Greater Than Our Sum
The Consecrated Bird 