My friend, Tam, wanted me to address this issue: How to clean a tub without getting a major injury?
Answer? Get in it instead of trying to stretch your 44-inch legs out as far as they can go in order to keep the cleaning solution off of your feet.
Next question?
Misti asks: I have personally been going through a lot of growth with God lately and am questioning what it means to truly be a daughter of God - maybe you can share your thoughts. And why we all are told that we are to be a “princess”. What about those of us who like to ride a bike and get dirty?
Great question, Misti.
Let me just say that this is my opinion. I have done a little lurking around, praying, asking, and thinking about this. For what it’s worth, my two cents…
Webster defines the word princess as:
Now. In reviewing the above definitions, I don’t recall there being anything there relating to the woman’s physical appearance. Do you?
Do you know to whom you belong? You, my female Christ following readers, are daughters of the King of kings. You are royalty because the Creator of the universe has adopted you as His own. And you’ve never looked more beautiful.
So, I can only conclude that we women can all be princesses even if we are riding our bikes, hiking a mountain or mowing our yards. It’s not what we do. It’s who we are. And, WHOSE we are.
Misti, be a princess. Even if your tiara has mud on it 
Along the same lines, Michael, requested that I discuss Biblical femininity in today’s culture because he and his wife are raising three daughters. Michael, that’s three weddings. I’ve got two words for you: Start saving
Again, it’s all about knowing to WHOM you belong. Typically, when people think of the term feminine they often think of a woman who is very pretty, maybe even dainty, and dare I say it, a girly-girl. So what if that term doesn’t reflect who you are as a woman?
I gotta be honest with you. I’m not that woman. Oh, I like a manicure, a day of shopping every now and again and might even enjoy a makeover at the make-up counter at the Dillards. BUT, not everyday. I work the land, can use power tools, watch sports, prefer to be outside with my boys and enjoy a plethora of other activities that probably wouldn’t be considered feminine.
But I know to WHOM I belong. I am a daughter and princess of my King.
So Michael, and everyone else who is a daughter or who has daughters, I hope this helps as you teach your daughters about who they are in Christ. One of them might enjoy dolls, another sports and still another, power tools
A few weeks ago I asked for your input about some ideas you’d like to see addressed here on my blog. I was alarmed pleasantly surprised that you took me up on my offer! Some of your questions have had my mind spinning and thinking and thinking and spinning. Others of them, were just plain ole funny.
For example.
You probably don’t know Raf. Raf and the Bealls go WAY back. Way, way back. We did youth and music ministry together for a few years. We hung out regularly. We went camping together. We were in a small group together. We went on retreats with teenagers together. We did life together in our San Antonio days. Chris and I ABSOLUTELY adore Raf and his wife, LeAnn. We miss them terribly, too.
While Raf is a wonderful man of Christ, he is also very funny. And goofy. And sometimes odd. Did I say that out loud?
Take note of his request that I am going to address: Farting. But you’re not surprised, are you?
Of course I’m not surprised, Raf. I sang with you every single week for a couple of years while you were making farting noises behind my back.
Note: My apologies for those who are still disgruntled that I posted my son’s poop on my blog. I’m a mother of boys, for cryin’ out loud. It’s in our everyday life to discuss bodily functions and Jesus. Sometimes together in the same sentence; sometimes not. So shoot me.
My reaction godly wisdom and counsel to Raf and anyone else who cares?
Don’t hold it in.
I’m just sayin’.
Because, y’all, I already spend ENTIRELY too much time reading blogs. Imagine if I twittered.
I’d surely nab that Mother of the Year award then.
So, do you twitter? If you do, why do you? If you don’t, why not?
Ga’head. Do share. Because I have no idea what this monster is about.
Because He does, you know.
Garth Brooks sings a song called Unanswered Prayers. Even though I know every word to this song, I have always been bothered by the title. And, if I’m being honest, I’m bothered when people say “God didn’t answer my prayer.”
Hear me in this…GOD ALWAYS ANSWERS OUR PRAYERS.
Just because we don’t get the answer we want doesn’t mean He hasn’t answered. Why do we think that answers always have to be in the affirmative? And better yet, what if His answer is wait?
There was a particular guy I dated in college before Chris entered my world. He was a decent guy but definitely had his flaws. I prayed that he’d be my husband one day. And when he broke my heart, I was sad that God didn’t answer my prayer.
Later I realized that God had indeed answered it. He just simply said no.
I can’t imagine going through life on this earth with anyone other than Chris.
I’m thankful for no’s. It means that God has something better for me.
God gives His best to those who leave the choice to Him.
