I stopped my cousin mid-sentence yesterday because she said something that totally took me back. She was telling me about her plans for next week, and she said she'd be doing something on the first of September. And that the first of September is next Friday. I interrupted her to ask "how are we already… Continue reading life is short, but you can’t rush healing.
I was talking with someone lately about Christian things, and nothing makes me feel more like a freaking hypocrite than giving godly advice, even if it's good advice. This sucks because a lot of the problems I've had in my recent Christian history is with hypocrites. I've let so many people come into my life… Continue reading on hypocrites and Jesus.
I've found that writing in the moment of a thought or a feeling has done me much better as of late than sitting on something to write about and work through later. So right now, I'm writing from the passenger seat of our family van on the way home from vacation. We're in the rainy… Continue reading tell me your story again.
You know how it goes. You buy a new car you've barely seen, and suddenly, it's everywhere. Everyone has one. This happened to me a few years ago. I bought a Ford Escape in a blue color that, honestly, I hated. But it was the more practical of the two SUV options I had in… Continue reading divorce: it’s like seeing your new car everywhere.
Maybe because I just listened to a message at church about "not checking your brain at the door" (about how intellectual people can be people of great faith), or maybe I'm just petty, or possibly a little hormonal (not pregnant, just female), but on our way home today, as we listened to our local Christian… Continue reading wounded is wounded is wounded.
I'm Sam. If you're reading this, you most likely know me. I'm going to share a lot of info here most likely, and while I'm not ashamed, there's a lot of mistakes I intend to cover that I don't want to sound proud of either. I hope that doesn't inhibit our friendship here. A few… Continue reading formerly known as having it all together.
For the bajillionth day in a row, I looked down at the cup of coffee I made over an hour ago, reheated 20 minutes ago, and there's still half a cup left. And it's cold. Again. Is it even worth heating a second time? I say not. Because I'm a bit of a coffee snob… Continue reading cold coffee.