MomminginMinistry

The thing about being part of a house church is you can't fake it for very long. Last Sunday we needed some help.  We've been making do with a non-working oven for a year and a half, and there were some other appliances that were just as old and ready to go as well. One being the super annoying refrigerator with the strobe light (it couldn't be fixed...we tried), the broken shelf and the very inconvenient design. It was time. The help we needed is moving the refrigerator from the kitchen to the garage after church Sunday night. Now, we've gotten good at making sure that the clutter is out of sight, the bathroom and kitchen counters are sanitized, and that the furniture is dusted and floors swept and mopped each Sunday. But, as our friends, the Messners stayed behind to help us unload our fridge and freezer and move it into our pretty unorganized garage space...all secrets were out. In the deep dark pit of the freezer, we unearthed several ziploc bags so freezer burned w...

In a few hours I will be 44.  And some days I feel very satisfied in where I am in life right now because in many ways I'm living the dream. And then other days I realize that the medium size t-shirts that I use to drown in are snug. And, I forgot to teach Moses how to tie his shoes until like fifth grade, and Daniel is graduating soon and so I'm sure there's a bunch of very important things I forgot to teach him too. I still haven't published the Great American Novel. In fact, I haven't even started writing it so I'm pretty sure I've definitely missed the deadline to be an "up and coming" author.  I grew up reading biographies on highly extraordinary people, written to inspire young boys and girls. And I always wanted to be a highly extraordinary person when I grew up. I wanted to be a Helen Keller, or a Mother Teresa. They did such world-changing things. But what the biographies seemed to leave out is that the real greatness is in the million and...

Hello. My name is Christy and I am an audio-book addict. Every time I'm in a classroom subbing lately, I ask the kids to guess how many books I've "read" since January, including both paper read, and listened to. I believe I'm at 34 right now.  Or maybe it's 35. Which may not seem like a ton, especially for my librarian cousin, if she happens to be reading. Or for the kids in the gifted and talented class who guessed in the 100's. But I'm fairly certain it might actually be too many for me to properly remember. I read a fairly good mix. A few theology/philosophy books. I'm sloooowwwlly reading The Body Keeps the Score. I read some pop-fiction for my book club at the coffee shop. Quite a few who-done-its and psychological thrillers. But what's risen to the top lately have been the autobiographies of women who had to untangle their faith from things that seem like faith but had instead become a roadblock to a deep and loving relationship with the...