Tongue Tied

When Thing One was a baby, I sought after the ideas and opinions of Christians so vastly different than the ones I was accustomed to. I was questioning the hard line that had been drawn in certain areas of my life and I craved another perspective. Oh, and I was also a little bitter against my traditional upbringing. And I found a haven for that bitterness. There is no shortage of Christian blogs that spend a tremendous amount of time judging the church. Their own brothers and sisters.  But at the time, I was feeling plenty judged for having questions about what had always been presented as truth to me, so I jumped on it. I wasn't interested in restoration or edification or loving difficult people. I was interested in validation. And I easily found it. I read volumes on all the problems that evangelicals had created. I found justification in feeling right, in being more spiritually enlightened than all those pitiful legalists. I am so thankful for my family. Because of...

My writing drive is an erratic beast, if you haven't noticed. Sometimes, I can't stop writing. Others, I can't even type a coherent sentence and my blog suffers from drought. I just saw a tumbleweed blow by. We've been busy bees the last couple of weeks. VBS, projects, tee ball, organizing, trying to get ready for the new school year, a photoshoot, Seth's crazy work schedule. Plus, there's my yearly summer novel gorge fest. This year's theme must be ghost stories and mysteries. So, that's been fun. And I've got part one of my sister's latest novel to edit with a red pen. I insist upon the red pen. It makes me feel powerful. Thing One just finished up his very first season of tee ball. His passion this week is making paper airplanes and leaving them everywhere. And eating fresh peaches. Thing Two decided that he could read awhile back. Smarty pants. He's also filling his days playing with the spray bottles I got him to cool off dur...