"Have you ever been to Epcot before," the kind stroller attendant was attempting to fill in the silence as I stood one toddler per arm and one now so obviously on the way. I stared off across the fountain that erupted in front of the giant silver ball, and an image of my father cradling… Continue reading The Unexpected Epcot Visitor
It all starts in a simple cardboard tube where small black marbles are meticulously crammed. It was perhaps my favorite of science experiments, though still far to over my head to comprehend the point it was supposed to be making. Something about reactions, something about combustions. I recall a chemistry teacher standing before a map… Continue reading We Could Seem So Dull
I am a Christian I am a White Female I am from Texas I am a Mom My Family is presently of the Top 5% What are your assumptions thus far? I believe in a fair tax system When I was in need, I was let down by Obama-Care I hope for a real… Continue reading I Refuse to be Shoved in Your Box of Negativity
It’s been a while since I shared one of the amazing love stories of my readers. Frankly, my dear blogging friend Shop Girl Anonymous has actually shared this story with me a long time ago but it seems like I have forgotten (so so so so so sorry…) to put it up… Here it is. Finally! Another wonderful love story, showcasing that we simply find to each other when time is right. Thank you so much, for sharing your story with me!
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There is a magic to Christmas a sort of whimsical wonder that extends to the world of tooth fairy's and Easter Bunny's... Santa was an enigma as well as a blessing. I was fascinated with his magical world of flying reindeer, omniscient vision, and miraculous triumphs through the chimney. I knew my parents… Continue reading You must Believe to Receive
Coping with Strife as an adult and mother.
No really I'm curious. As discussed before I grew up Baptist, missioning was a mission you pursued either 'across the tracks' or amongst the masses of a foreign population. You were called to the front while everyone placed their hands on you and prayed for your safety and that your mind be with God, speaking for God. For… Continue reading What Does Missioning Mean to You?
To Alabama our hearts have strayed from the place as vibrant young souls we once played Transposed and confused I thought to myself when we first moved: Will the beaches still lap up the sand? Will sail boats still drift us far from land? Will there be flip flops at Christmas? And family intact; despite our distance? Will… Continue reading Transposed
There has been a struggle of seeing the human factor in people with our generation. We are so out of touch with community, consumed with our Facebook, Instagram, SnapChats, and blogs that we are missing a human connection. We look at a man who knocked up a liquor store on the news, and we categorize… Continue reading Medieval Times: A Lesson on the Human Dynamic
This past June there was a rotten, no-good, down-right terrible struggle with sharing in the Shopgirl household.
Words of love from an acquainted stranger.
A letter to my youngest daughter.