Devotions of a High Heeled Warrior

  In case you didn't notice, I took a week off from the blog to have a little vacation with my hubby. Since it was Spring Break and my husband now works during the summer, we took our summer vacation a little early. Our plans were to not have plans . We were going to jump in the car, visit our daughter down South, and then head towards Tennessee. If you know me, you know that I struggle with not having a plan. Having a plan is good, but it can get out of control to the point that it becomes a source of anxiety if things don't go according to plan. Our goal was to relax and walk away with fun stories. This was a challenge for me. On the first leg of the journey, we decided to drive toward a little gas station in the middle of no where. It is one of the oldest general stores in Arkansas. On the way to the store, we noticed the GPS taking us through a National Forest and many secluded hiking trails. At one point, we were told to turn at what seemed to be some guys very cluttered y...

  I think most of America is familiar with the storms that rolled through the country. Unfortunately, several places were hit by tornados, so we need to hold up those devestated by the tornados in prayer. While the tornado warnings were going off in my area, my family performed our storm ritual that we've done since the kids were little. The only difference now was the size of my kids. My sons were visiting for dinner when the sirens sounded, so they were herded in my very narrow hallway. My oldest son is six foot eight inches tall. My other son is almost six foot, and my husband is six foot one inch tall. My son also had his very large boxer dog in the hallway. The first five minutes were fine, but as we kept scrolling back to the weather report, the time for taking shelter seemed to extend. That's when legs started cramping and knees hurt. We started to make a decision. Was safety more important than comfort? We chose comfort and spread a little further beyond the safety of ...

  Have you ever been frustrated with the way your significant other or roommate does something specific? It could be putting the toilet paper roll on backwards. We all know the toilet paper is made to go over the top, not under! Or maybe it's how they wash laundry or dishes. This weekend, we always prepare for our church's small group at my house by cleaning. I found what seemed to be every Tupperware plastic dish I owned in my refrigerator and back-up refrigerator (the one in the garage for the stuff that can't fit in my regular refrigerator.) There were leftovers there that I can't remember making. We would open containers to find complex ecosystems growing within my old pot roast. Anytime I have people over, I always feel like I need to clean my refrigerator. I don't know why. I rarely have random people going through my leftovers looking for three-week-old sweet and sour, but there's always the slim chance it could happen, so I clean. My husband humors me ...

  My mother told me as a child that the goofiest things happen to me. And, of course, she is correct. This last week, I had a conference with a parent, so I made sure to wear something nice . Keep in mind that I work with special needs preschool children, so I usually wear scrubs or something that can get dirty. Because of this, I'm particularly cautious when wearing my good clothes. I don't want to show up in front a parent with mystery stains all over me. Last week, I served my therapy with quick reflexes to keep strange pen marks and nose wipes off my clothes. At the completion, I drove back toward my office to prepare to meet my parents. This is where it gets good. While pulling out of the parking lot, I made my first mistake. I took a sip out of my coffee cup. I had borrowed my son's cup, so I wasn't aware that it flowed quicker than my regular cup. As I took a big sip, coffee poured out, past my mouth, and all across the front of my cream-colored shirt! It was not...