Posts from "April 2013"
Teetering is Never Good
We have a Wii and we have a program called Wii fit. It is an exercise dealie . . . how in the world exercise could ever be thought of as fun is beyond me, but, anyway, one of the goals of this program is to create good posture and balance. Anyone who knows me knows that balance and me are, well, not well acquainted. I am the reason weebles wobble and do fall down. So, it is a hoot for my family to watch me "balance" on the Wii. There is one game in particular called soccer head. In soccer head you are supposed to stand on the Wii board and move your upper body to hit the soccer balls with your head. Now, this is a hard enough challenge but you also have to miss the stinking panda bears and dirty tennis shoes they throw at you. Well, I have consistently scored under 10. I see one coming to the left and jerk all the way left to get it, then to the right and jerk all the way to get it and then they throw one through the middle. I inevitably cannot get my body back to the middle. I cannot get it to stop swinging from one side to the other. The ones in the middle always get away, and the pandas and tennis shoes on the outside always kill me. No balance whatsoever!
Do Intact Families Really Matter?
According to a recent Family Research Council report, 45% of children ages 15-17 in America have been raised in intact families (a Dad and Mom in the home). That's a surprising statistic, and if accurate is higher than I would expect!
The 4 S's of Purity
"The body is not meant for sexual immorality, but for the Lord, and the Lord for the body" (1 Corinthians 6:13).
Stamping My Feet at God
In the last five years I have been battling with the sin of gluttony. I have struggled with "eating sin" ever since I was small. I have used food for every single reason . . . sadness, gladness, despair, confusion, celebration. Really, if there was no reason I have just worked really hard till I found one. I mean, really, if I had concentrated on Jesus as much as I have justifying gluttony in my life I might actually have already gone to heaven in a chariot. But, alas, no fear there. Why do we do that? Why do we proclaim victory from our sins in Jesus and then get up and walk in the exact same ones again, day after day? Really, how many times Lori are you going to run under the bus and cry because it hurts you?