Come with me friend, I’ll motion and sign. I’ll walk slow and if you need to stop I’ll take the time.
I once lied to my husband and kids about who drank the last cup of coffee. As soon as the words came out of my mouth I thought, "Sheila, you just lied to avoid conflict about coffee." I realized how rediculous it was, lying about coffee. "Eh-hum, I'm sorry guys." The boys were getting ready… Continue reading confessions of a conflict-avoider
A lot of bad things happen to women because men abuse their power. And a lot of women use their power to do bad things. And in both cases we have believed a lie about who we are. Lying to women about who they are has been a tactic of evil since the beginning (Genesis… Continue reading I am woman
I don't wake up full of vision and motivation. Actually, what motivates me most is the idea that my french press and single-origin coffee from Guatemala are just minutes away from awaking my senses with it's warm, toasty aroma. And on those days when I get my stiff, puffy-eyed body out of bed and make… Continue reading eyes on the Author- the every morning struggle to walk by faith
I've had something on my mind: Real Women. Look around you sometime at the grocery store, or gas station, at work or at the gym. Look at the real women around you. How many of them look like the women on cover of magazines, in commercials or at elite fitness competitions? I propose almost none.… Continue reading Real Women
It rained mud last night.It's 9pm and I just stopped cooking. This crazy Music Man of mine is charging me to dive into entrepreneurship, but I have NO idea what I'm doing. He's convinced I'm just a few short steps away from success with my homemade paleo mayo and the other paleo creations I've come… Continue reading Tuesday Thoughts
For whatever reason, it seems Christmastime (especially last year and this year) is a time when the Spirit really admonishes me- in every sense of the word.I've been looking back, not in a longing way, not in a holding on to the past way, but as though I were an athlete looking at a previous… Continue reading Learning in silence- A lesson from my haste
