I'm struggling with my children. I'm angry. I'm resentful. I'm having a hard time forgiving cruelty and hateful behavior from people I love more than almost anybody in this world. Funny thing is, I can love my neighbor all day long. I can love the postman. I can love the crack

There are no excuses. We like to pretend. Summaries for our own sanity, but that doesn't change that truth. Each of us, you, me, we are all responsible for where we are and, we are especially responsible for the next choices we have to make. Enough living in the past in your pity party

I’m lying here looking at my mess. I’m hearing the noise. I’m hurting. And I feel like a piece of shit. Every unfinished thing becomes evidence against me. I should have cleaned that. I should have handled this. I should have done something different instead of lying here watching

Matthew 5:44 NKJV “But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you.” A lot of people are going to be outraged by my poem, by my prayer, by the words I use and the anger behind them. B

Every day is a memory and I can't heal. The memories, it feels like yesterday. My boy is gone. I'm lost. I feel shame, I feel guilt for the boys I have left; I know they lost their brother, and in a way they lost their mom too. I don't know when I'll be able to start this healing

I spent the day a wandering and wondering, convinced myself to try, recognizing laziness, idleness gone by. Serenity is sorcery. I’m singled out for shame. It’s shameful how I’m treated; there’s no one left to blame. Encased in my anxiety, encroaching doom I dread. The end is ever ne

My children, oh, so near, in the other room, so far away, I fear. Might as well be miles and miles and miles away. Nothing I can do, nothing I can say. The ground is always shifting. I never know their thought. I’m told that it’s a blessing, I’m getting what I got. I’m forgetting

I'm lost in the dark and I can't see. Where is the life the Lord has put in front of me? I can't find my way out of these trees. The forest is thick and I'm on my knees. I'm begging. I'm pleading. I need to know why. Everyone else sees a blue sky. My life i

No dessert in sight, so I’m making do with gourmet hamburger buns. 😂 On the left: fancy butter, ricotta, caramel, walnuts, hot honey, sea salt, and sumac. The ricotta and caramel together taste like marshmallow heaven It makes no sense!! On the right: butter, my blackberry-goji berry chia ja

Dice strawberries, peaches, cucumber, and cilantro. Add honey and stir everything together well. Cover the mixture and refrigerate it for about half a day. The honey will pull the juices from the strawberries & peaches, cucumber, and cilantro, creating a sweet fruit syrup around everything.

#emergingcreator This picture just came across my feed. I miss you. Friends can be gone in an instant. Keep loved ones close. Life is short. #missmybestfriend #friendships #grief #howtostudythebible

GARM’s Originals: Honey Ginger Substitute Mullein Flower Blend It started as a simple syrup, morphed into a honey, and eventually settled somewhere in between. It’s a practical, multi-purpose tool for the home. Ingredients I choose and why: Mullein: High in mucilage to soothe airways and s

The Irony of "Lost" Social Skills in a World Where Technology Moves Faster Than Thought Everyone is talking about how technology and social media have destroyed our social skills. We see the headlines about the declining ability to communicate and the massive lawsuits from school distric

Ever catch yourself talking to your plants, your cats, your morning coffee, or even your AI friend (Gemini, ChatGPT, Claude, etc.)? Most people think this is just "venting" or talking to yourself—but it’s actually a sophisticated tool for emotional regulation. When you externalize th

Crisp graham cracker squares layered with creamy mascarpone, juicy mandarin slices, a drizzle of Mike’s Hot Honey, poppy seeds, and Bridgerton lavender vanilla finishing sugar. Sweet, creamy, citrusy, lightly floral, and just enough heat to make it interesting. Quick & Easy night time snack

We give it to Him. Then we take it back. Then we give it to Him again. Submit to God. No one says it's easy! This is the hardest battle you will face. We may have more intense feelings about other things, ideas, people, lost hopes, etc...But at the end of the day ~Each and Every Day~

There comes a point when a society has to stop pretending confusion is compassion. There comes a point when adults have to look at what has been handed to children and admit that something went terribly wrong. Not because children failed, but because they were formed by a culture that stopped te