Yesterday I joined the ranks of many women who have gone before me as I had my first mammogram. And all I can say is: How is it, that in the year 2017, the best the medical community can offer women for mammography is a glorified Panini press?!?! Y’all, I had NO idea! None. I
“Peace. Be still.” The storm was raging. Their boat was filling. They were panicking. But Jesus? He was sleeping. Don’t you wish you could sleep through the storm today? Curl up, pull the covers over your ponding head and retreat into a blissful state of unconsciousness? Do you long for the wind to stop blowing?
Sad. I have spent four days trying to think of a more intelligent sounding word—a more descriptive adjective—to describe my overall melancholy. I’m a writer. Surely I can write a more profound word than sad. But I cannot. For at the core of my being I am most definitely and unequivocally sad. Frustrated? Yes. Angry?
I have wanted to post here for some time, however, I have been hard at work cleaning, purging and painting my house (things I had been putting off while writing my manuscript; things I now can't stop doing as I wait to hear if its been accepted!) Yet, God provided (as He always does) by