So, I’d never eat these on a boat, with a goat, on a train, in the rain, or pretty much anywhere. But I still learned something cool.
Originally posted as a comment on Facebook, I figured I’d save these thoughts here where I can find them again easily: Perfect really is relative, it’s true, but I’m also thinking the perfect romantic relationship […]
I’ll be honest. The kids and I struggled with this chapter last night before throwing in the towel halfway through. Paul is awesome, but the format of the arguments over the past few chapters has […]
(If you’re looking for the talk itself, you can find it here.) I went into Women’s conference today praying for some help, as I’m really struggling to get some things right lately, from dating, to […]
They just called to wish my girl a happy birthday. The kids were playing video games and didn’t really feel like talking much beyond the hellos and why thank yous, so I got on the […]
I haven’t really updated my resume since 2002 when a professional writer wrote some descriptions for me in exchange for some work. At that time, I didn’t feel like the “action phrases” really portrayed the […]
I had a random thought this morning just after I dropped my kids off at school. Mary is going to trip. She’s never fallen on her way in before, but I parked the car anyway, […]
I was thinking about this scripture (and the song we sing about it.) Someone once told me that to love one another as Christ loves us, we’ve got to consider a each person’s potential and love them for that, and they will change. The implication: if you can love someone’s potential enough, they’ll eventually grow into your expectations and be worthy of the love you give them.
Mary tried to draw a butterfly the other morning. Well, she drew several, but by noon she’d broken down in tears, frustrated that she couldn’t draw the perfect creature she saw in her mind. “What […]
This year, I resolve to do unto myself what I would have myself do unto others. Wait… what?
I had an interesting little twitter conversation on laziness and perfectionism this morning. Twitter is a challenge for long-winded people like me, but the essence of the conversation is that a friend had said that the Sloth in her wouldn’t start the day’s projects because she couldn’t figure out where best to start. To me that screams Perfectionist, not Sloth, though most of us who can identify with her distress have likely been called lazy ourselves, and may even believe we are.