A Reflection for Good Friday

This. Exactly this.

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Jesus was a carpenter, if a same sex couple asked him to make them a table he would have built it and it would have been as good as any table he had ever built, and then, when it was finished and sitting in their home, he would have sat with them and had dinner on it…..

but before they ate he would have probably washed their feet.

I believe this because of the way Jesus treated those the religious people excluded, because of the way he defended and befriended the ones the religious people called sinners, because of the way he chastised religious people for the way they misconstrued God’s way of thinking and because of the way he was always pointing out that the very people the religious people were railing against were a better example of God’s love than they were – more likely to enter the kingdom…

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Gratitude Sunday

I am grateful for so many things today, it would be difficult to list them all in a single post. Life has been (mostly) on the upswing over the last 4-5 months. Finding a church home has been a major contributor to my overall happiness and contentment. I was drifting spiritually, and it was affecting… Continue reading Gratitude Sunday

Homeschool, Life

Fourth Grade History Plans

Alas! I do still have one child homeschooling this year. Zoey has proclaimed that she never wants to go to regular school and I am happy to oblige her. 🙂 I have been making plans and schedules for her, and ordering supplies and hitting used curriculum sales. I was finally able to get my hands… Continue reading Fourth Grade History Plans

Homeschool, Life

Pardon me while I scream into this pillow…

Two of my kids are starting school on Wednesday. Like...SCHOOL. The kind with teachers that are not me, and homework, y'all. We haven't used that dirty word since the summer of 2007. Classes, schedules, and (shudders) homework. I am churning inside with a combination of anxiety, dread, excitement, and curiosity. I am just an observer.… Continue reading Pardon me while I scream into this pillow…