Here’s a little Type A Tale to help you know more about this crazy cracked pot: I had to stop at Dollar General to get dog food. After spending two days cleaning closets at my mom’s house, I hadn’t showered or changed clothes. Why bother? I’d slept on the floor and kept working. I walked … Continue reading The (not so) Secret Life of the Type A Lady
I’m messy. I’m tired. I’m grateful. I’m done. As I painted my daughter’s room, I started getting depressed. - Why am I covering up my kid’s life? - Just because clouds and glowing stars are scratched and marred, does that mean I have to clean it up? I sighed. Help me out, God. “Be grateful.” … Continue reading Pause to Paint: I’m done!
w My face is speckled. My hands are cramping. Why do I put myself through this? Dip the brush. Drag the paint line. Roller the space. Repeat. This...is my life. I’m not done yet. But wait! There is hope! If God can help Joshua, how can I doubt Him in this painting project? He will … Continue reading Painting Pause: Day Three
heIn my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going to prepare a place for you." ~John 4:2 You step out of the car and you’re hit. A flood of memories wash over you and wakes you up to the past. It’s Father’s Day and … Continue reading A Trip to Dad’s House