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Jesus and Life
Two weeks ago I was struggling to put words together to state my opinion on the face mask issue.
I don’t understand how face masks have become a political issue. From my research, seems to be pretty cut and dry about protecting my neighbor if I’m unknowingly carrying the COVID-19 virus and my neighbor extending me the same kindness.
Continue reading “Confessions of a Privileged Sheep”
I’ve never been a planner. I don’t know what my life will look like 5 hours from now let alone 5 years—except maybe spending more money on goal making planners that collect dust because my lack of planning is only bested by my ability to give up easily.
Still, this past December, I put in another good college try with a goal planner because 2020 was going to be different. I can’t write that sentence without laughing—hindsight is 20/20—hahaha—I crack myself up.
Continue reading “Be Still”
Blankets are my love language. If you give me a blanket, I will be forever grateful and find a place for it.
Four different cozy throw blankets hang off the end of my bed. I keep one between my bed and the wall because it doesn’t go with my color scheme, but it’s soft and needed sometimes at night. I’ve draped two additional blankets over the chair in the corner of my room.
I’m cold natured, and the blankets are like a hug of warmth and comfort.
Fifteen years ago today, April 10, 2005, I was driving home from church on a two lane highway going 55 MPH. I topped a hill and saw headlights in my lane. My heart sank. My sister was in the car too. I sighed and whispered her name.
Continue reading “Blankets”
Jesus, I need help. Nothing is certain right now. I’m trying to fight against the fear, but I’m tired.
I also might be spending too much time letting BuzzFeed guess my age based on my choices of Disney movies or my quarantine routine. My current quarantine routine pinning me as a 40-year-old did not help with my anxiety.
I don’t know where to begin, Jesus.
Our Father…
Continue reading “Dear Jesus, I Need Your Help”
When filling out paperwork at the doctor’s office, I always hesitate how to answer the occupation question.
I am paid to dress up like a pirate and lie to children about being a member of Captain Jack Sparrow’s crew while painting their faces in the likeness of Captain Hook or Captain Jack himself or mermaids.
That doesn’t fit in the space provided.
My official title is Pirate Master, and I’ve just come to terms with the fact that in Central Florida people accept Pirate as a legit job description. If they don’t, it makes for a fun conversation.
I’m the most unlike Christ when I’m driving.
Put me behind a wheel, and I become entitled, impatient, and angry.
I guess those emotions are always inside me, but that’s a topic for another day.
This week I was driving to a friend’s house and used Apple Maps which was my first mistake. Never use Apple Maps.
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.” Oscar Wilde
I’ve always been good at finding patterns making it easy for me to recognize the destructive cycle my life has sunk into over the last few weeks.
I put up a good fight for five days a week. I try my best to stay positive in an environment engulfed in negativity.
In addition to all the French Bulldog puppies, Christian posts with inspirational quotes or even scripture sprinkle my Instagram feed—making me feel a little better about the time I waste on my phone.
Several of these photos include women reading God’s word on the beach or under a tree in a meadow full of wildflowers. These women wear fashionably modest clothes and hold a warm cup of coffee all while gazing lovingly into their Bibles.
Don’t get me started on their Bibles. I get a serious case of Bible envy sometimes. You know the Bibles I’m talking about—they have wide margins filled with colorful designs and insightful notes about the scriptures. These women obviously wake up hours before the sun rises every day to carefully study God’s Word and write out His insights with perfect penmanship. Continue reading “Me, Myself, and Instagram”