Haiti: Far Away
I’ll be honest: Haiti feel so far away from where I am in my little incubated life in Atlanta, Georgia. I have to trust that God is as close to them who are in need as I am in distance.
[HT: Lori]
I’ll be honest: Haiti feel so far away from where I am in my little incubated life in Atlanta, Georgia. I have to trust that God is as close to them who are in need as I am in distance.
[HT: Lori]
It’s Friday! Time for another Husband Fail!
This is your opportunity to share silly stories of how your husband pretty much failed you this past week!
Or, if you want to be honest (Mr. Husband) then go ahead and admit what you did and how it was so lame of you to do whatever you did before your wife shows up and does it for you!
Please try not to take yourself (or this post) too seriously…
When I get depressed or upset I take everyone down with me.
It’s not that I want to (or maybe I do…?) it’s just what happens. Leading a family is tough, especially if you consistently lead them down into the dirt.
#FAIL.
I’ll admit it.
There are times when I just don’t have the time to blog. There are definitely times where I just don’t feel like blogging (like right now, which is ironic… kinda).
And there are times where I just force myself to; it’s like I’m a legalist blogger.
I’ll do it out of duty and some sense of self-righteous trained behavior rather than interest and passion.
And yeah, I know there’s something to be said about “responsibility to your readers” but, common… seriously?
Gotta blog today… gotta blog today… I’ve got nothing to say but I’ve gotta blog today. … God, I hate blogging…
That’s a nice little jingle.
Anyone feel me on this?
[If your curious about the image... it doesn't have anything to do with the content in this blog post. I found it randomly a long time ago and felt like having it in this post. Makes sense? The End.]