You can blame it all on someone

I guess it’s the season for annual checkups. We’ve been to the vet several times this month. The cat doctor said Opal gained a pound. I told her it was because of Covid. The cascading effects continue rolling in—so I’m sure I can keep blaming it. What’s the alternative to casting blame? Ownership. Wouldn’t it be nice to have free agency without responsibility? Makes me think of the teen years when you have more autonomy than ever before. You can sleep off bad living instead of paying for it physically, and most things don’t go on your permanent record. Your parents are trying to let you make your own decisions, but they still fund most, or all of your life. click to continue reading…

Oh, the molehills I’ve died upon

  I remember when I first heard about the difference between Calvinism and Arminianism. It was a season of spiritual growth. I was a young mom seeking to know God for the first time even though I had technically asked him “into my heart” ten years earlier. The pastor presented both positions in a good light and said that our flavor of Christianity (Calvary Chapel) landed on a mixture of the two. A handful of years later, when I had space from baby-making and time to look things up on the internet, I began to hunger for more knowledge and details about my faith. Our community and many of our friends were LDS, and that prompted me to seek confirmation click to continue reading…

A taste for lamb

For the past few months, I’ve been reading less fiction than normal. I don’t keep perfect track, but I think I’ve only managed my monthly book club selection since May. I’ll pick something up but not focus enough to finish. Some people read more in the summer, but lately I think I’ve been watching more television. I’ve been watching a drama about a Haredi Jewish family, and recently an elderly woman in it mentioned how she looked forward to seeing her deceased husband in heaven. Her Rabbi son was dismissive, even a little incredulous. He said, “Heaven is segregated!” meaning men on one side and women on the other. It made me laugh and recite Galatians 3:28, “There is no click to continue reading…

Worthy comments (that might not be worth mentioning)

Here are my promised thoughts regarding the book Worthy: Celebrating the Value of Women. I’d really like to know if you’ve read it or plan to. It’s appropriate that this post is on Independence Day because my word for 2022 is “Free.” I’m so thankful for God’s intent to set the captives free. Books like this can be instrumental. While the book isn’t specifically geared to married women, the authors highlight that God is the “helper” to Israel. I was aware of the comparison of woman as a helper for man to the Holy Spirit as a helper for the Church from a premarital discipleship resource. It’s one image of Christ that a married couple represents. The book made me click to continue reading…

The rain falls on my enemies and neighbors

We’ve been getting lots of rain lately. I don’t read a weather almanac, or keep a journal to compare years, but it seems like I remember getting excessive rain most every April. Maybe it’s just late this year. My grandma always mentioned the Farmer’s Almanac and in my child brain I thought of it like some sort of horoscope or divination. Come to find out it has weather predictions and planting dates based on tabular data and tide tables… My grandfather’s livelihood depended on frost forecasts and planting dates. I’m not as connected to the land as God intended, but I know we need the rain. I still understand it as a good thing, even though our house is a click to continue reading…