I never delve lightly into anything that interests me. I don’t take passing fancies to things, skimming the surface before moving along to the next thing that catches my eye. No, I’m one who immerses herself up to her elbows in the things that fascinates her.
So I revealed my very secretive, super secret-y secret to my mom tonight purely by accident.
At least once a month, I tell my husband that we should move to Alaska.
As I posted in my last post, I spent a large portion of Saturday watching most of the General Conference for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Now, as a non-Mormon, I still can’t really explain why I watched General Conference.
My eyes are barely open as I’m writing this, meaning this post will probably be somewhat brief. It’s been pouring down rain all day, which is my absolute favorite type of weather, but it’s made me sleepy and longing to crawl beneath the quilts and get some rest.
I do a whole lotta talkin’ on this blog without ever really saying anything. I keep my shortcomings and failings and misgivings and opinions to myself. But today, I think I’m going to change that. You see, I am one of millions that attach myself to the “Christian” label. I believe in God, I fully believe…
Since starting my night shift job almost seven months ago, Hubby and I have found it nearly impossible to go to church on Sunday morning. We’ve made a few valiant attempts to set the alarm for 9am so that we can get cleaned up, eat breakfast, and make it for the last service at 11am,…