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The Executive Mom – Part 1
According to the results of my personality test a few years ago, I have the personality of a CEO or a field marshall. I could be running a major company, but instead I’m running a major household consisting of a husband with two full-time jobs and four children. This year I started subscribing to Michael…
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The Witching Hour
The only way to change my behavior is to change what I believe. For so many years, I focused on changing my outward behavior hoping it would work its way into my heart. I tried all sorts of techniques to manage my anger. I tried giving myself time outs, journaling, yoga, memorizing scripture about anger. …
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Grateful for the Fruit
Tonight my oldest son Connor was baptized at our church-wide baptism service. Connor has been talking about it for a few years, but Andrew and I were waiting to see consistent fruit in Connor. But Connor is persistent, and after seeking advice from some trusted friends, we decided to let him be baptized. This year…
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My Orphan Thinking
Last weekend my orphan thinking got the best of me. My friends saw a side of me they have never seen before. The person they knew as gregarious and vivacious who took charge and worked the room dissolved into a trepidatious wall flower. I went to a national Women’s conference with Heidi and Karthi, two…
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Lady Gaga and Jesus: Good News for Little Monsters
On the night of the Grammy’s, I watch Anderson Cooper’s interview with Lady Gaga and found it very interesting. She is a fascinating person who has a specific message to share with the world. A message that speaks volumes to teenagers and still touches adults. Her desire is to help people know that they can…
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Glorious Impossible
The “Glorious Impossible” comes from a worship song by Carl Cartee we sing at church during the season. It causes me reflect on all the “impossible” things that God made possible for His glory in the Christmas story. How impossible it was for a virgin to get pregnant! How impossible it was that Joseph decided to marry her…
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Why I hate December
It starts almost exactly on time every year. As predictable as the change of seasons itself. My December depression settles in like a warm blanket and keeps me company almost every year until my beloved January 1. This year on November 30, I found myself sitting with a friend talking about this pattern and found…
From Queen to Princess 