‘Bout time!

‘Bout time I visited my blog and actually wrote something…you know, just in case there really is someone out there who drops by every now and then, wondering what’s going on in my world (hey, it could happen!).

examiner_logo-headerRecently, I got a gig writing for an online publication, Examiner.com. My official title is the Orlando Christian Women’s Examiner. It’s fancy speak for “I get to write articles pertaining to Christian women with a local angle.” When I accepted the gig, I thought to myself “psh, piece of cake!” You see, writing has never been hard for me. Being a student of language, I enjoy the nuances of the art – writing, reading, sculpting words to create a masterpiece, especially on a topic¬†I absolutely love… However, this formal writing adventure I’m just embarking upon has me scratching my head a few times too many.

It’s one thing to blog about n’importe quoi (whatever), but quite another to come up with topics you think other women would be interested in and sound like an expert while you’re at it. What’s more, you have to post frequently, to encourage traffic on your page! If you’re a praying person and have noticed how infrequently I’ve been blogging of late, please consider this a prayer request… and come visit my Examiner page as often as you can – it translates into pennies for me. And feel free to leave a comment or two, or email me (but only if you have something nice to say ūüôā )

Until next time  Рpeace!


Happy Momma’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day¬†this Sunday¬†to all you beautiful women out there!

In our church, we don’t only celebrate mothers, but all women on this special day. This is because all women are mothers, in a sense. We are wired to be loving, nurturing and life-giving, whether it’s to our own progeny –¬†biological, adopted, spiritual or otherwise – or someone else. That’s just how we roll!

For those of you women who are dealing with the characteristic frustrations of raising well-mannered children in a sometimes contrary culture, you’re not alone, as the following video featuring Anita Renfroe will demonstrate. For others, I know you will recall hearing these words at some point earlier on in your life. It’s amazing how similar mothers are, regardless of the language they speak, or what part of the world they live in. Even if you’re one of the 10,000,000 viewers who’ve seen it before, have another laugh at this¬†video. By the way, you should hear some of the things she says in yoruba (a Nigerian language) like I did, growing up.

Have a wonderful Mother’s Day, y’all! ūüėČ

Sugar ‘n’ Spice (Ruth)


Ruth: every mother’s dream for her son. What a girl! I call her sugar-n-spice (and everything nice).

After her husband’s death, when she had every reason to heave a sigh of relief and wish her mother-in-law Naomi a good life, she stayed with the older woman. A Gentile woman, like Tamar and Rahab, her quiet devotion to Naomi earned her a good catch in Boaz, her kinsman-redeemer (see Tamar’s story) who happened to be a kind and generous man. Didn’t hurt that he was was well-off, either (I’m just sayin’…)

What I love about Ruth is that she was this sweet, gentle, fiercely loyal girl, yet I detect a hint of caliente in her. When Naomi gave her instructions for catching Boaz’ eye, she didn’t shrink back from it. What was it about her past that made her choose to stay with Naomi rather than go back home to her family after her husband died? Was it a fascination with the God of Israel whom her beloved mother-in-law worshipped? I suspect that she’d seen enough evidence of Jehovah’s living presence¬†to want to return to the dead gods of her people. She knew which life she wanted. Those famous words of hers to Naomi: “your people will be my people and your God will be my God” still give me goosebumps when I read them. Lord, give me a daughter-in-law like that! I’d bet after Boaz and Ruth got married, they moved Naomi into the White House – I mean, their home, with them.

At the end of her story, she earned herself a good man, her very own book of the Bible and a spot in Jesus’ lineage.¬† You go, sweetie (pun intended).

You know you’re getting old when…II


OK, can I just go on record for saying this (all the while naming no names to protect the identity of the innocent)?…

No woman, regardless of age, tribe or tongue, color or creed, whether dead or alive, in the past, present or future. No woman – EVER! EVER!! EVER!!! – deserves facial hair!

And that’s all I’m gon’ say about that!

Think Pink


A friend shared this video with me. Since I’m such¬†a fan of Pink (the ideology, more so¬†than the color), I thought it was very ‘a propos’. Long live strength and femininity; long live pink! Enjoy…

Talkin’ ’bout the bad, bad girls…yeah!

And What We Can Learn from Them

So… I started a women’s study group in my home recently, on Liz Curtis Higgs’ “Bad Girls of the Bible: and what we can learn from them” Nice. I’d been looking for a fun book that would stimulate discussion and at the same time provide some “meat” and a bonding experience. Tall order? Well, I found it.

What I love, love, love about it is the way the author begins with a fictional contemporary narration of whichever “bad girl” she is focusing on in each chapter. She weaves a modern-day story that portrays the life of the lady in question. With just the right blend of humor and wisdom, each “bad girl”¬†evolves from being a character in the Bible to you or someone you know. You totally get her! After all, every one of us, to one degree or another, is a bad girl transformed by grace. In fact, some of us are still works¬†in progress.

The women in our group could not be more diverse. We have women ranging in age from 20-something to 60-something, black, white, hispanic… with that kind of mix, you can imagine how much fun we’re having. At the same time, we’re growing and learning to be conformed more and more to God’s image.

Oh yeah, I’m REALLY lovin’ me some Women at The Well right now!

I’ve got friends in high places!

We all need those. I’m not talking about¬†corporate or political hotshots. I mean those folks who are willing to storm the heavens on your behalf, spiritually speaking, or give you a leg-up when you could use one.

Every now and then I hit a road block. I get weary (take that, all you who think I’m super-woman! Show of hands? None? OK, never mind…) Of course at those times, it’s always me who’s off track or out of focus. I get busy about life and get ever so slightly disconnected from my “power source”. Like the wiring in¬†the turn signal mechanism of my car, that’s all it takes: a barely perceptible –¬†albeit inadvertent – disconnection. Yes, even pastor’s wives suffer that malady. You see, as my husband often says, we’re no more anointed to live the Word than any other believer. It’s an act of my will (I choose to believe)¬†and my love for the Lord (more like His love for me) that keep me grounded. But sometimes I get distracted.

It’s at those times that the love and strength of a friend does wonders. I’ll get that phone call saying “the Lord put you on my heart today and I just got done praying for you; how are you doing?” (thanks, Dubya). Or the email that reminds me of why I do what I do and gives me the oomph to pick up my upside-down smile (thanks, K). Or it’s that 5-minute Facebook online chat that makes me smile, or laugh out loud (thanks, A). You all know yourselves. My friends in high places. We all need them, whether young or old, near or far. So if you don’t have any, go get you some.

There, I’m all better now! ūüôā

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