Hi there. I'm Amy. I write here about my life and my issues. I also design blogs and websites at Uncluttered Design. I'm a mom to 4 and a former pastor's wife.
July 2005
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The Bedtime Prayer of a 2 1/2 Year Old
My son’s new prayer:
Dear Jesus,
Please help us to go to McDonald’s and help me to have a good sleep.
In Jesus’ name,
Amen.
I have to admit, I don’t blame him. I would pray the same if my grandparents took me to McDonald’s, let me stay up two hours past my bedtime playing on the playground, let Continue reading...
Clueless
Jeremiah. He’s an interesting fellow. I love the way he opens his book:
The Lord gave me a message. He said, “I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb. Before you were born I set you apart and appointed you as my spokesman to the world.”
“O Sovereign Lord,” I said, Continue reading...
On a Quest for Fun
My husband and I celebrated 8 years of marriage yesterday. It has not been a cake walk, people.
Worth it? Yes. Easy? No. But I digress.
OK, so last night as we sat eating Middle Eastern food (he had lamb, I had falafel…not that you care), we came to a disturbing Continue reading...
Green
Feelin’ a little envious today.
I just found out my cousin and his wife are backpacking through Europe. They are DINKs (Double Income No Kids) so they have one thing I most certainly do NOT have—flexibility.
They just pick up and go whenever they darn well please, spendin’ money like they’ve got no one to support Continue reading...
I’m Lost
No offense to God or anything, but I just DO NOT get the Book of Revelation. I’m really trying (again) to understand it, but as of yet, I’m afraid I’m just plain lost (again).
So, I’m analyzing the fact that it doesn’t make any sense to me and it occurs to me that the whole Continue reading...
A Hole in the Wall
I’m happy to report we are now the proud owners of a hole in our kitchen (or living room, depending on where you’re standing) wall. It’s all an attempt to make our 1950’s boxed-in, closed-up house into a modern-day, “open floor plan” house.
My father is responsible. Give that guy a chisel and a Continue reading...
A Wounded Heart, Part 5
(Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 or Part 4 here.)
OK, this story is getting long—not what I intended at the beginning. I’m going to wrap this up because I was reminded the other day that I don’t like writing. Why I started a blog, I have no idea.
Also, if you’ve read 61 Continue reading...
A Wounded Heart, Part 4
(Read Part 1, Part 2 or Part 3 here.)
The looming white wall marked the edge of the cemetery where Daniel was buried. As soon as I saw it, it was as if something clicked inside that made if familiar, despite having been there only once before—when I was 3 years old.
I was nonchalant. Continue reading...
A Wounded Heart, Part 3
(The story continues…read Part 1 here or Part 2 here.)
My parents, understandably, had no idea I internalized as much as I did. In fact, I didn’t realize it either.
So as not to overwhelm my sister and me with the gravity of it all, my parents decided we (i.e. my sister and I) would not Continue reading...
You’re Not Crazy, I Am.
If you’ve been reading the blog at all the last few days and it seemed to be freaking out, it was. That’s because I have been FIGHTING with the dumb layout and it has been DRIVING ME CRAZY throughout the process. I think things are finally under control.
The only thing I’ve got to Continue reading...
