Devotions of a High Heeled Warrior

  My son brought home a grand dog, Ruger. My husband and I spoil him, just like a grandbaby. My weakness is sneaking him snacks off my plate. At this point, sneaking is the wrong word. When I'm eating, he'll sit at my feet, drooling huge strings of drool and blowing spit bubbles, like Pavlov's dogs. My husband's weakness is playing laser pointer with the dog. He'll wait until it's dark outside and proceed to create a laser show Ruger cannot resist. This leads me to the point of my story and why I have a dog head- shaped bruise on my calf. My husband zoomed him around our yard a few times until I reminded him that he needed to take him to potty. I personally walked out to encourage him to do his business. I finally said I was going inside while my husband zoomed him again. I told him  to stop playing and come inside. What I didn't notice was the laser pointer following me. Guess where I'm going with this. My husband stopped the laser behind me; however, R...

As an educator, I've noticed that our world is broken.  Something very important is missing from our society-the family dinner. As a child, I remember the family gathering around the table to eat together. We talked about our day, laughed together, and bonded. At that table, I learned manners. We learned to be polite and take turns in conversations. We learned to share the last piece of pie and pray over our meals. As my parents listened to an account of my day, I felt supported and heard. I felt the security of a stable family, even if chaos surrounded us. As life has become busy and our children's activities have us running in ten different directions, the family dinner has been replaced with a quick meal in the car. There's nothing wrong with a quick bite to eat; however, if the family never sits down together, the security of the family bond falters. Educationally, children's language skills decrease as family conversation decreases. Anxiety and behaviors increase a...

  Earlier this week around Tuesday, I felt God had given me a vivid picture of what to share on the blog this week.  This morning, my husband's sermon was exactly the topic I had planned to discuss, so I think this blog is for someone out there. My husband asked the question, " Why does bad things happen to good people? " There are multiple answers to this question. If you look at the book of Job, God allowed Satan to test Job so that God received the glory. You may say that this seems harsh, but keep in mind, God protected Job from death and restored Job to even greater than before the testing. He also never left Job's side during the whole encounter. God also reminded Job that He created everything. If He could control the moon and stars in their place, He could make it work out for the good for Job. My daughter's journey to healing inspired so many to turn to God. I watched nurses crying as they heard my daughter sing God's praises. Let's move to the ...

  It was that time of year again. My husband and I take an annual pilgrimage to the Renaissance Fair in Kansas City. It is always a blast to dress up in costumes and walk back in time to dirt roads, jousting, turkey legs, and aristocracy. Kyle and I gathered our costumes and prepared to escape for the weekend. This time we added my youngest son along for the ride. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, other than the extremely long line to get into you ladies privy (bathroom). As the crowds crawled past the thousands, I trekked from one side of the dusty park to the other, desperately looking for ladies' accommodations. After an hour and a half and at least two miles of walking covered, I found success. When we left the grounds, I was relieved to enter bathroom accommodations that didn't involve a marathon and a Black Friday kind of line, that is until we visited a bathroom on the way home. Once we were within a couple of hours from home, we realized the sodas had taken effect. We pu...