Confessions of this Gal's Sinful Heart

You know, there's just not enough of me to go around.  Now I realize that sounds pretty narcissistic but everyone and everything in my life seems to need a piece of me.  Some goes to God, and some to my husband, daughter, and dog.  Some to my sister, mother and the rest of my family.  Some to my friends and some to my boss and coworkers, some to those whom I minister to, some to my neighbors, some to laundry and housecleaning and the list goes on and on.  I guess is a good thing I'm overweight because there'd be even less to go around.:) Sisters I know I'm not alone here, I'm sure many of you feel the same way.  Normally I'm pretty willing to give up pieces of myself to whomever or whatever needs a chunk but there are times that I feel so utterly drained.  Consumed by exhaustion with no more pieces left to give and particularly nothing left for me. Tonight is one of those times.  After a rather busy day at work all I longed to do was to plop...

I am so excited to announce that today is  Confessions of a Dirty Christian Woman's  one year anniversary!  It was a  year ago today I published my first blog post " Confession #1 - Why I'm Dirty ".  And a year later God still sees fit to use this dirty creature to display is incredible beauty.  One of the ways God has used me is through submitting my testimony to  Christian Women's Voice Magazine and it was published in the July/Aug edition! I was so excited to get the magazine in the mail the other day and read my first officially published work! This is my testimony: As a child, like many women, I found myself wanting to re-write my story into a fairy-tale.  I found myself dreaming, wishing on stars, searching for Princes, and waiting around for my Fairy-Godmother to Bibbidy Bobbidy Boo me into a better, happier life…  I was a very shy and quiet child.  A strong insecurity had a hold on me for a lon...

The mail… it can hold all your hopes and dreams.  It can be a source of despair and doom.  The contents of one single envelope can single-handedly change the course of one’s life.  It can even hold a miracle. For a few weeks now I have been trusting God for a miracle.  In my blog posts, “A Real Test of Faith Part I and Part II ” I wrote about how I've been trusting God for a miracle concerning a threat of being priced right out of my mortgage.  I wrote how I've decided to just leave it in God’s hands and vowed not to worry about it.  I reckoned what will be, will be.  And I did just that. For the last few weeks I've given it little thought.  I gave it to God completely through prayer and trusted that God would work it for my good.   Worry no longer entered the equation because the peace of God reigned in my heart as I hung my faith on Him. But you know, I think God works in really funny ways.  I think He sometimes choose...