To me, summer = beach, beach = seashells. I have quite a collection – Panama City, North Myrtle Beach, Cannon Beach, several beaches in California and a beach in Mexico are represented. Most of them have sat in my craft drawer or a jar on the bathroom counter, just waiting to a creative way to be displayed. Thank you, Pinterest…. View Post
Go to California. At the time I made this list, I was in the car, on the way to California. Check. Subpoints: Disneyland – check! Just when you think it can’t get more magical, you discover Tom Sawyer’s Island. Angel’s Game – check! Beach! – Can’t ever have too much beach time. Except when you get sunburnt, and it’s… View Post
For the first time ever, I have a nickname other than abbreviations of my name, like Em or Emi. My co-workers gave it to me. It’s Bossy Sauce. It’s completely ridiculous. Here’s how it happened: One of my female co-workers was telling about the Sheryl Sandburg initiative #banbossy, intended to empower girls by not calling them “bossy,” but instead “strong-willed,”… View Post
“A week of meditation and confession.” This how the Lent devotional series from She Reads Truth would end? This is going to suck… Was honestly my first thought. …and yet heal me. Was my second. I was already familiar with meditation, but confession, well, that’s different. Yes, as a Protestant, we confess our sins directly to God, and it’s great…. View Post
I waited for the service to start sitting at the end of my row, while people bustled around me, greeting each other, reserving their spot with their Bibles while they went to get donuts and coffee. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I knew I couldn’t even muster a Sunday morning smile and “fine,” today. I closed my eyes… View Post
