Babies, boys, and teens, and men. This house is full of testosterone. How does a lone woman, hold her own, and stay girly amidst boy funk, sports 24x7, and boy mess? Well, I am a girly kind of girl. I love make up, hair, fashion, jewelry, Days of Our Lives, and other feminine stuff. I am not a big fan of pink. You won't run into at the market without lipstick on, and even if I am in the carpool lane in my PJ pants, I'll likely have my jewelry on. I treasure my girl friends, and adore their daughters. I like coffee dates, talking about books, and listening to friends catch me up on their lives. I crank my music as loud as I want, and sing along, despite the rolling eyes, and smirks of my boys who think that I am very uncool for doing so. I encourage my sons to sit and have conversations with me about real things in their lives, and we do this every single day. That is how a girl stays sane in a house full of boys. You know, even my dog Duke is a boy. Go figure.
I am a girl with strong faith. Strong, blind, childlike faith. My atheist friends are bewildered by it. They cannot understand how such a smart woman would believe such "nonsense". I have no explanation other than, I just do. I preface this post with that statement because, you won't find me quoting scripture here. Though I would if I were more confident in my ability to do so competently. I do not have that confidence, never have. I am a believer. My belief has been nurtured by life experience, by answered prayers, by constant evidence that God cares about me. I see his hand in big things and small. I look to him for guidance and help in all things. I am not a Biblical scholar. I have always been somewhat insecure about that. I am bolstered up by the words of a Godly woman much wiser than I who assures me that "I am living my walk out loud". My faith is not in my knowledge of the scripture, but in the...
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