All The Things We Believe

All The Things We Believe

Of all the things we choose to believe today, From the press and the politicians and bloggers and pinners, and the clock on the wall. Good and bad. Gossip and Truth. Each day of living horizontally amidst the demands of the world …as far as our simple eyes and mind can see. Today we all have long lists of important things to do to create an experience for our family that is memorable and joyful. So before you begin, I offer you this video and wish you a moment of soothing peace and joy that lifts your spirit upward.  Immanuel  Emmanuel  Imanu’el, עִמָּנוּאֵל God with us Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on

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The Tiers of Sin

The Tiers of Sin

One of the significant slivers of conditioning that I’ve had to wrestle as a shattered-and-redeemed woman, is many years of training that sin has tiers.  Sort of like a small, medium and double-triple-XL spectrum of sin measurement. Unfortunately when I learned the beautiful gift of confession, it was apparently attached to a commensurate punishment, which of course, meant my 12-year-old brain would simply pre-calculate the right level of sin to confess.  Easy.  Sorrowfully tell just enough to be believable but don’t tell the part about that really bad cuss word I test drove on the playground last week.  Sin had tiers. Yea, I didn’t get it. So, if my long dance with deception (fast forwarding now) was something closer to double-triple XXL, does that make...

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There Will Be No Stones.

There Will Be No Stones.

Does a week’s blogging absence demand an explanation?  (I hope so;) I’ve been recovering. Early last week I stood before hundreds of women and told my scandalous story of ‘mad woman redeemed.’ A friend asked, “is this by choice?”  My sister said, “No, technically it’s not normal for people to want to confess their ugly past.” I wouldn’t say it was a want inside of me. When the leader of Women’s Ministry asked me to share my testimony, I knew it was a command from inside my heart. I worried about the judgment and reactions of the Surely More Godly Women — the women who’ve known Him longer and didn’t need to travel such scandalous roads to find the love they sought. But, I knew these women already; we were all talking about real...

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Six Word Memoir, By Decade

Six Word Memoir, By Decade

I know it’s an old idea.  But my joyful expulsion of co-dependent behavior allows me to fly freely in the face of the perception of public ridicule.  Besides, if not now, when? It’s my turn to play the Six Word Memoir game. People on Twitter do one of these every minute, which I consider less interesting than trying to creatively capture a big life picture in just six words. Coffee Please, I’m trying to write.  Not Interesting. Wind blows autumn, time to rake. Ugh. See what I mean?  And regrettably the originator Smith Magazine site has so much gobbledygook that it’s become little more than another crammed twitter feed.  Alas.  I did find, however, a Squidoo page that was much more absorbing (read: time-killing). But to capture a life of living...

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Top Ten To My Teenage Self

Top Ten To My Teenage Self

I have enjoyed the ministry of Emily Freeman’s Dear Me.  I’m late for her submission, but here goes. As I finally sit down to non-chalantly toy with the concept, I’m more in the mood for a list than a letter. It might be because it’s Friday night and we’re watching an odd animated movie by a cozy fire. Or it might be that if I tried to write a full letter, it would never end… and, besides, that’s my Scandalous memoir. So instead, I thought it’d be fun to combine two ideas: a Top Ten list and a Letter to My Teenage Self. Let’s call it licensed fusion. Plus, if I’m speedy about it, I can make it more emotionally benign. [Disclaimer over.] Dear Teenager Suzy, Listen carefully and let it sink in...

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The Culture of Arguing

The Culture of Arguing

This week’s lesson in Jack’s Kids-N-Action church group is about arguing. Wednesday, the magnificent youth leader rallied hundreds of kids to holler in unison, “Y’ALL STOP ARGUING!” each time he shouted “what are we gonna do?!”  The crammed Castle Room at our church rattled with the chorus of shortpeople yelling, presumably, at their selves.  It was adorable and loud.  In the lesson, they were asked to color in a traffic stoplight and bring it home to prominently display in the place where the most arguing takes place. Kids shouted the answer to the question: “Kitchen!” “In the Car!” “THE BATHROOM!” Some of the parents standing around us joked about the places in their home where Mom & Dad need this reminder even more than the...

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