Sin is Sin is Sin

Facebook is crazy today, y’all!  Of course, it always goes crazy when it comes to politics.  Abortion, though, is a little bit more than just politics.  The idea of aborting a baby at 40 weeks is heartbreaking.  I can’t imagine even considering it.  There are women who do, though, obviously.  Buuuuttt…  This post isn’t about abortion.  It’s about sin.  It’s about how we as Christians (or, as I prefer to be called, Christ-followers) should respond, and I’m definitely prepared to lose some friends over this one.

I’ve seen lots of outrage, anger, and hate today.  I can understand that, I really can.  But sit back and try to imagine something for a second.  You are pregnant.  You’re unmarried, your boyfriend is a total loser, and your parents are going to kick you out on the street.  You have nowhere to turn.  You look for help, but all you find is, “Abortion is murder!  You’re a murderer!”  You decide to have an abortion anyway, because NOBODY is willing to help you.  OR you decide to have the baby and try to take care of it yourself.  Since childcare is so expensive, and you have no help, you get government aid.  Now you’re a lazy, good-for-nothing bum who needs to stop having kids you can’t afford.  See the dilemma?  You’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t.

I’m fixin’ to get real personal here for a minute (and you better believe it, because my Southern don’t come out unless it’s serious).  My kids and I qualify for government assistance since my husband died.  We have Medicaid, because insurance is crazy expensive.  Some of the same people I see sharing things about taking away benefits are the same ones telling me to “stay home with your kids and live off your Social Security for as long as you can.” Why is it OK for me to do that and not OK for somebody you assume is just lazy?  Is it because you know my story?  You can’t have it both ways.  Either it’s alright, or it’s not.  Stop talking out of both sides of your mouth. (Disclaimer:  I know some of you truly love others and would do anything at all to help anyone who needed it.  This post isn’t for you.)

Sorry (not sorry) about that little side rant.  Back to sin.  I do believe that abortion is murder, and murder is a sin.  Know what else is a sin?  Divorce.  Lying.  Having an affair.  Being rude to your server when your food is wrong.  Talking about someone behind his back.  You guilty of any of those?  I know I am.  Guess what.  THEY’RE ALL SIN!!!!

I happen to know some women who have had abortions.  I have seen the amount of guilt they carry with them on a daily basis.  Do you know how to help them?  Love them.  Be there for them.  Offer them help when they need it (and they will need it – emotionally, physically, and financially).  The same goes for somebody dealing with an unplanned pregnancy (side note:  It is possible to get pregnant while using birth control!).  If you truly think a baby is a blessing from God, that goes for all of them – even the ones that the parents can’t afford or the ones whose parents are “lazy”.  You don’t get to pick and choose.  Because if you hate them for having an abortion, that’s a sin, too.

Next time you’re about to get all worked up over abortion (or anything else for that matter), take a breath, and think, “Am I doing this out of love or anger, and is it going to accomplish the task or drive them away?”


“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” -Romans 3:23

“As it is written: ‘None is righteous, no, not one;'” – Romans 3:10

“Everyone who hates his brother is a murderer, and you know that no murderer has eternal life abiding in him.” – 1 John 3:15

“For from within, out of the heart of man, come evil thoughts, sexual immorality, theft, murder, adultery, coveting, wickedness, deceit, sensuality, envy, slander, pride, foolishness. All these evil things come from within, and they defile a person.” – Mark 7:21-23

“For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.” – Romans 6:23

Resolutions 2019

I’m a few days late on this, I know.  I normally wouldn’t even share – or make, for that matter – New Year’s resolutions, but this year feels different.  Everything about it is screaming, “It’s time to start over!!!”

This list isn’t going to be the typical “lose 20 pounds” stuff.  I set my weight loss goals a few months ago, so no need to include them here.  Most of these are going to be emotional or spiritual changes.

  1.  Look at others through loving eyes, not judging eyes.
  2. Focus more on taking care of myself.
  3. Learn to listen to God and let Him guide my path.
  4. Get plenty of rest.
  5. Make church a priority.
  6. Declutter EVERYTHING.
  7. Enjoy life.
  8. Start putting away the laundry as soon as it’s dry.

Feel free to share yours in the comments!

2018: Losses & Gains

I’ve spent the last week or so thinking about what I was going to blog about, and I keep coming back to 2 Corinthians 5:17.  The English Standard Version says “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.”  The old is gone.  Forever.  The past isn’t coming back.  That sounds so depressing, doesn’t it?  Oh, but it’s not, because the new has come!

This past year was a year of loss.  I lost my sanity, I lost my temper, I lost my patience, I lost my Daddy, and I lost my husband.  But even with all of that loss, I can’t help but think of the things I’ve gained.  I gained a precious baby boy, I gained lots of new relationships, and I gained a faith and trust in God like I never thought possible.  Through all the loss, I became stronger, more confident, more compassionate, more loving.  I’ve learned so much about myself, and I’ve finally started being the person God created me to be instead of the person other people said I should be.

I can’t wait to see what is going to happen this year, because I know it’s going to be great.  I’m going to be intentional, I’m going to take care of myself, I’m going to get plenty of rest, and I’m going to enjoy this amazing life that God has given me. So, 2019, come at me, bro!  Give it everything you’ve got!


I shared a post on Facebook a few days ago.  Then I made the mistake of reading the comments on the original post.  The post was by the Christian author of a popular book, and it basically said, “I do lots of things I shouldn’t do, but Jesus loves me anyway, and I love you, even though you do bad things, too.”  It was a lot longer and much more eloquent than that, but you get the gist of it.  Y’all.  Based on the comments, you would’ve thought she had called Jesus some really bad name before kicking a puppy and tying firecrackers to a kitten’s tail before she stole some poor kid’s lollipop.  Not once in her post did she say that Jesus approves of her sin.  She simply stated a fact.  “Jesus loves me unconditionally.”

One of the comments that stuck out the most was one by a woman who had admittedly never read her books.  She berated her for “flaunting” her sins as thought she is proud of them, because a good Christian would never divulge such information. (I’m seriously paraphrasing here, because it’s getting late, and I’m tired, and I don’t remember word-for-word what she said.)  I didn’t reply to her comment, because I really don’t like conflict, but it really bothered me.  I mean, maybe the reason so many people are turning away from the church is because so many church-goers aren’t fully divulging their shortcomings.

I was raised in a Christian family.  I’ve never doubted that God exists.  But you know what?  I love the taste of tequila and the smell of weed.  I can cuss like a sailor.  Sometimes I listen to rap music.  I can quote every single line of every single episode of The Golden Girls.  Does that mean that God loves me less?  Nope.  Does that mean that He approves of those things?  Not at all.  What it means is, “I’m human, and God understands that.”

With that being said, I want to say this.  If it weren’t for my love for God and His love for me, I would have a really big problem saying no to the tequila and the weed.  I’d have a hard time controlling my tongue when I get mad.  I wouldn’t think twice about blasting the Nelly with my kids in the car. When I made the decision to start living the life God wants me to live, I decided to change the way I live.  I’m not perfect, and I do still slip up occasionally – because I’m human – but I try, and God forgives me when I fail.

If you’re a person who was raised in a perfect home and never faced any trials or temptations, good for you.  That’s not everyone’s reality, though.  Sometimes people can relate better to someone who’s been there.  Chances are, I’m not going to ask advice on anything from somebody who has never experienced it.  “So, um, how do I get out of my life of sin?”  “I don’t know, dude.  I’ve never sinned before.  Maybe you could try just not doing it?”  OR  “Hey, can you help me figure out how to stop sinning?”  “Well, I can tell you what worked for me.  First, I prayed for forgiveness, strength, wisdom, and deliverance.  Then I prayed every time I felt tempted.  I read my Bible a lot.  And I failed a lot, but God never stopped loving me and never left my side.  It got easier with God’s help, but without Him, I couldn’t have done it.”  Sometimes all it takes to make that connection is a simple, “I’ve been there.”

Honesty.  It goes a long way.  We’re called to love, and you can’t love without being honest, which is not the same as “flaunting our sins”.

Memorial Fundraiser

I was recently introduced to the Jack & Jill Late Stage Cancer Foundation by a friend after searching for organizations that offer a chance for children with terminally ill parents to make wonderful memories with their parents before it’s too late. I have set up this fundraiser in memory of my husband, Ray, as a way to pass on the generosity that was shown to our family.

If you’d like more information about the Jack & Jill Late Stage Cancer Foundation, you can go here:

To donate, please follow this link:

Let’s help these families make some memories before it’s too late!

Thank you!

Identity Crisis or Identity in Christ?

I’ve typed and erased and typed and erased this paragraph several times. I don’t really know where to start. If you know me, you know that Ray passed away almost a month ago. I was holding the baby, his sister was holding his hand, and it was very peaceful. But that’s not what I want to talk about. I’m sure at some point I will, but I’ll save it for another time. It’s taken me a while to figure out what I wanted to say, because I had so many thoughts going through my mind that I couldn’t get them straight. Identity has been front and center lately, though, so I’m just going to go with it.

I’ve had several people tell me that they don’t know how I can even get out of bed. It took a while to figure it out myself, but I think I finally have. There was actually a time that I couldn’t make myself get out of bed. A little over ten years ago, I was going through a divorce. For four months, I stayed in bed eating M&Ms. I had no desire to do anything at all. None. I had no idea how to be me. I felt like I didn’t have an identity at all. Now, I grew up going to church. I got “saved” when I was in middle school and baptized in high school. I knew who God was. Or at least I thought I did. Turns out, I didn’t know Him at all. Since I didn’t know Him, I didn’t know me. That’s the difference.

In the last few months, I’ve spent hours reading devotionals and scripture and praying. I’ve done so much praying, it’s become second nature. “Pray without ceasing” finally makes sense to me. And because I’ve started praying about everything, my path has become clearer. I now know that my identity doesn’t depend on anyone else. It doesn’t matter what others think of me. My identity is found in Him. If I’m seeking Him in all I do, then I’m becoming the person that He created me to be. THAT is how I get out of bed every morning – granted, it’s usually late morning, because I like to sleep, but I digress. I can get up and live my life, because I know that God is in control and is going to lead me in the right direction.

So, as I sit here in my Chip ‘n’ Dale pajama pants while switching between my incredibly slow laptop, my phone, and my coloring book while a Hallmark Christmas movie plays in the background, I know that I am free from needing anyone’s approval.

I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.” -Psalm 139:14 ESV

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.” -Jeremiah 29:11 ESV

Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you; I appointed you a prophet to the nations.” -Jeremiah 1:5 ESV


I’ve never been “fearless”.  I’ve never really been a “scaredy-cat” either.  I guess I’ve always been somewhere in the middle – or probably somewhere along the lines of “too lazy to really try anything scary but not so lazy that I won’t try anything new”.  There are lots of things I am or have been afraid of, like the recurring nightmare I had when I was a kid about living in a big store that had bombs inside or the book I read when I was ten or eleven that made me feel really silly by the time I got to the end of it.  I still get uneasy sitting by a dark window or door (which I’m doing as I type this, so I’m going to stop and reassure myself that there is nothing there and that the dog would bark if there were).  On the other hand, I’ve never shied away from a haunted house or a really big roller coaster, and I don’t think twice about driving across several states by myself.

Then there’s death.  Am I afraid of death?  Well, yeah.  But, no.  I’m not afraid of dying, but I am afraid of what happens while I’m dying, and I worry about what will happen to the people I leave behind.  Recently, though, I was hit with an all new fear of death.  I’ve lost lots of people I love, but I never feared life without them.  I knew they were all going to die and had time to prepare, but I never once thought, “How am I going to make it without them?”  I miss them terribly, but I was not and am not afraid.  Losing my husband is in a completely different ball park, though, and it’s weird.  I don’t really have fear of my life without him.  My fear is for my babies.  I have three little boys who are going to grow up without their Daddy.  How can I make up for that?  I don’t have the slightest clue how to be a daddy!  I’m barely making it in the Mommy department.  I’m not a girly-girl by any means, but I don’t know a single thing about being a man.  I don’t really want to know anything about being a man.  I know a little bit about baseball, and I can tell my kid to stop swinging the bat around before he hits somebody in the head with it, but how exactly do you pee standing up?  Is it weird that I’m worried about things like that?

There are a lot of unknowns right now.  I never thought I’d have the task of raising three boys alone.  Three.  Boys.  Alone.  And I’m not sure how to handle it.  The one thing I am sure of, though?  Even though I’m “alone”, I’m never actually alone.  God is always with me.  He promised me that, so, when I’m feeling alone, I just have to call His name, and He’ll be there – kinda like “I’ll Be There” by the Jackson 5, but much, much better.

“Don’t worry—I am with you. Don’t be afraid—I am your God. I will make you strong and help you. I will support you with my right hand that brings victory.”  -Isaiah 41:10 ERV

Side note:  When I was looking up the verse I wanted to share tonight, I came across a version that I’d never heard of.  I normally don’t read the King James Version, because it has too many thous and -eths for me to easily understand what it’s saying.  I try to stick with the New International Version (NIV) or the English Standard Version (ESV).  The one I found tonight is the Easy-to-Read Bible (ERV).  And guess what?  It is actually easy to read.  But, more importantly, I feel like the wording of this verse hits the nail on the head.