I’ve not done anything all day
Today would literally go in the books as one of the most boring days in history. I was exhausted after my weekend at Allume- emotionally, physically and spiritually. And I was peopled out. I slept until almost 10:30 and didn’t put on clothes until after lunch when I knew my family would be coming home from church and lunch, and would be surprised if I was still in my jammies. Well, maybe they wouldn’t Read more […]
Read MoreYesterday at Allume
Yesterday was a full day at Allume, and I was going, going, going from breakfast until late last night. I met so many wonderful people and heard many beautiful stories of life, love, rescue, and redemption. In the next few days, I plan to write about some of the sessions I attended and share some of the things I was privileged to hear, but this morning I’ll just say this. I went to a session with Read more […]
Read MoreMealworm chow for everyone
So today I am headed to the Allume conference downtown in Greenville, SC, which is a gathering of Christian bloggers and writers. I had heard of Allume online because several of the bloggers that I read regularly had spoken at the conference in years past. This year I get to go because my mom, Esther Burroughs, is speaking Saturday night. I’ve been super excited about getting to attend and Read more […]
Read MoreWhy I Love Working With Teenaged Girls
When I was in graduate school for counseling, I just knew that the Lord was calling me to work with married couples. Just kidding.That was probably my own idea since my husband and I had benefited so much from our own marital therapy. Surely I would love helping other couples the way we had been helped. All through school, my three internships, and my two years working under supervision while getting Read more […]
Read MoreThe story I’m telling myself
I just finished reading Brene Brown’s new book Rising Strong. If you haven’t had a chance to read it, I highly recommend it. The whole book was worth it for me when I read the portion where she talks about the stories or lies we tell ourselves when we get into familiar patterns with people. She tells a story about going for a swim with her husband. She reaches out to him in an emotional bid for Read more […]
Read MoreMy husband doesn’t understand my online friends
I’ve been blogging for about a year, and I’ve been a big blog reader for the last several years. After you read someone’s blog for a while, you feel like you know them. It’s kind of weird, I guess, but I feel like some of these people are my real friends. Well known bloggers like Rachel Held Evans http://www.rachelheldevans.com and Sarah Bessey http://www.sarahbessey.com have been writing their Read more […]
Read MoreForever Renovation
Eight weeks ago we started a bathroom renovation project that was supposed to take about four weeks. We’re going into week eight, but WE ARE SO CLOSE!!!!! Today I actually moved us back into our bedroom. I am sleeping in my own bed, in my own room, for the first time in over two months. If the renovation gods favor us, tomorrow the vanity tops will be installed and Tuesday the plumber will be Read more […]
Read MoreMy Response to “Why it Takes Courage to Seduce Your Husband?”
One of my blogging friends, Amber Salhus, wrote a post earlier in the week called Why it Takes Courage to Seduce Your Husband. It’s a great read and you can find it here: http://ambersalhus.com/why-it-takes-courage-to-seduce-your-spouse/ Amber is a great writer. She’s witty and has an engaging style of connecting with her readers. The premise of her post seemed to be that as married couples, Read more […]
Read MoreAlways welcome
We’re leaving Memphis after the funeral and have a choice to make. We can drive all the way home and sleep in our own beds and wake up in our own house tomorrow morning. This is an attractive option. Or we can drive a little bit out of our way and spend the night with our daughter and her husband at the farm. This too is attractive. They are six and a half hours from us, so I don’t have the luxury Read more […]
Read MoreLetter to my nine-year-old self
Yesterday a guy I knew in elementary school posted a picture of our fourth grade class from Elementary School. I’m the one on the second row, second from the right. Our teacher was named Mrs. Florence, and I remember liking her, even though she said II talked too much. I looked at my little nine-year-old face and wished I could sit myself down and tell myself how it would all shake out. We had Read more […]
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