No more. Here are the pics from Blissdom. I have tried to write about it for 2 weeks, and I can't reduce it to a manageable size. It was awesome and might change my life, if I can beat down the distractions long enough to apply all the inspiration.
I stayed off site. My room was clean, comfortable, quiet and I got to control the thermostat. It was a hassle. Live and learn. For a thousand reasons, I will stay on-site next year.
|Really? Who approved this? Hilarious.|
|Ashley and Shell included me in dinner Thursday. Thanks!*|
|Might as well have been.|
|Esther and Alia|
After dinner, we got funky wid it at the Lorax party.
|Esther in "Full On Party" Mode|
|Beth had the party started when we showed up.|
|I was playing like the wind was blowing me away. Shut up.|
|Lisa of Franny Bolsa... Love. Her.|
Seriously. I was only staying that late, because they promised me Joe Jonas. That is to say. My daughters. Are. 14.
|Can he even |
|No, you may not borrow the car keys. It will do no good to beg.|
Check out these "Ess-On-Their-Chest" super heroes:
Jeff Goins Writer
Life Just Keeps Getting Weirder
Jon Acuff's Blog
Her Bad Mother
Life has been trying to squeeze all I learned, dreamed and decided, out of the picture. Some scary stuff ( They are real and they are spectacular! They are also cancer free. Stay tuned.) and some good stuff on the horizon(When I know; you'll know.).
Last night I realized what was going on. I put my foot down. Life is not going to steal this precious gift.
Just to let you know. I will not be backing up or down. I came away with the word fierce from another session. Here it is in short form...
AN ACCIDENTAL GUIDE TO WHAT I WILL CONTINUE TO DISCUSS. MAYBE WITHOUT PULLING PUNCHES
1) Prejudice: racial and otherwise. I realized I have a call to this issue. Like clean drinking water or Tom's shoes. Hearts. I am called to hearts. Those of my children. (See number 2.) And those of people we call, "well-meaning" when we don't want to call them, "out".
2) Parenting my children without apologizing to them for my chronic un-hipness.(spell-check can kiss my
3) There will be a certain amount of strikethrough cussing here. I will be discussing my experiences with Christ and the Bible. On the same blog. I think it. I am not fooling Jesus. I don't need to fool you. If I think I do, then I am fooling me. God doesn't grade on the curve. It's wrong, but so is rolling stop signs and throwing away soda cans. Turns out, I am a sinner. Saved by grace. I didn't stop being human when I was adopted into His family.
4) Adoption. I'm back, Baby. He made us different, a bit of an eclectic mix. And I like it. It lights me up like a drug.
How are you unique? What makes you hum? What is your vision for your blog? How do you think God wants to use it?
*Please check out the links in this post. They are diverse as they are quality. I am humbled by the skill and talent of these people and that they would include me in their own precious Blissdoms.