Review for “The Artist and the Clay”

This almost made me cry. One of my friends shared “The Artist” with her daycare students, ages 5-9, and asked them what they thought. “Awesomest book ever!” “Total epicness” “She is one of the bestest writers ever!” “I liked her … Continue reading Review for “The Artist and the Clay”

Why I don’t agree with Debi Pearl

Here’s what it says: The Devil would love to steal your children’s souls. He will not do it through your husband’s TV; he will do it through your dishonor. The boys may have a difficult time with their sexual drives as a result of the commercials, but many young men have survived this in spit of the increased temptation. Few survive an unstable marriage where Mother resents Daddy. Your attitude has done nothing to stop the children’s exposure to temptation. Just think, if you had lower expectations, you would permit yourself to love and honor your husband, and the children … Continue reading Why I don’t agree with Debi Pearl

To My Lost and Wounded 

Tell me where it hurts. All of us bleed sometimes.  We’ve all struggled for love. Lost in the swirling haze. Darkness and secrets, smoke among tears. Perfect in the sunshine, never showing what you do at night. The darkness of your mind. The shame in desire.  Put on your perfect face. No one else seems to hurt. Or doubt. Or struggle against overwhelming force.  Cry in your pillow. Secretly you wish that someone would hear your muffled sobs.  But God writes pain on your face. What are other people for, if not to help you through the mud. Lift you … Continue reading To My Lost and Wounded