Devotions of a High Heeled Warrior

 This weekend, we loaded up our car to drive to a memorial service a few hours away. As two of my upper-teenage children sat in the back seat complaining about poor radio reception and our need to use their Spotify for better music. At that moment, my husband and I both muttered, "This generation is totally missing out on what makes a real road trip." I know. I'm starting to sound like a white-haired granny, but there truly is something to be said about an old-fashioned road trip. The first thing the road trip taught me was the art of negotiation. I'm sure you remember the key word that had to be uttered for primo seats- shotgun! This worked for short trips, but when everyone came along, rules changed. Parents got the front, so the power struggle for the best seats shifted to the back seat. A tussel unfolded as you ran for the best seating in the back. This is where size worked against you. My older brother would hip-check me out of the way leaving me with the lesser

We have made it back from our adventures in Puerto Rico! One of the fun things my husband had prepared for me for our trip was a colorful wardrobe of flamingo in every color. Imagine the shirt he was wearing in the photo, but with matching shorts. It was quite impressive watching a flamingo explosion of color waltzing through the airport. At one point, a random stranger ran up to my husband to exclaim, "I love you, man!" I walked briskly ahead of him to avoid the stares, so my husband got his revenge. When we returned, it was time to celebrate the Boys and Girl's Missionary Challenge. If the girls in the children's church raise more money, my husband dresses up. If the boys raise more money, I dress up. The girls lost and my husband felt the best costume was a flamingo from Noah's Ark that could help illustrate the fact that Noah was a good father. Don't get me wrong, Noah had his moments of failure, but ultimately he insured his children lived when the flo

  I can always tell when it's fruit season when my family wakes up sneezing from pollen. I always enjoy watching the fruit trees in my front yard. A year or two ago I wrote a blog about my peach tree that had finally begun to produce fruit. Since then, fruit production has become hit or miss. As you can see, the four trees in my yard are in various states of health. Isn't that same way we are as Christians?  My peach tree has begun producing, but a worm has already crept and has begun to slowly destroy its' fruit.  One of my trees has struggled since it has been planted. It was okay when we first planted it, but a seed from a tree with fungus had blown by it. As the tree spent more time around the damaged seedling, the fungus destroyed it. At this point, it is only good for the fire. Another tree looks amazing. Anyone who saw it would think it was a productive tree. However, even though it looks great, it won't produce any fruit. The last tree isn't the biggest or