Where I Went and Where I’m Going

If you haven’t been to Resourceful Mommy for awhile, you may be utterly confused by my recent posts. Let me catch you up. I mostly stopped blogging back in January of 2014, except for moments like when I felt compelled to pop back in and tell you about my sweet Alison, write an open letter to teens about…

May 10, 2019
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Why I Left

In the beginning, God created Twitter. And it was good. And the people of the Internet came together to share stories and ideas and skills and information. Websites were built and businesses created. Connections were made. Friendships were formed. Then people began tweeting to ask me for money to buy themselves new teeth, for help…

May 9, 2019
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Avengers: Endgame

My Avengers: Endgame review is now live! My Marvel obsession began with Guardians of the Galaxy. Yes, I understand that that is wrong. It’s the wrong starting characters, the wrong Avengers timeline, the wrong everything. But that’s where my story begins. I was raised on the Star Wars franchise (and take it a little too…

April 22, 2019
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An Open Letter to My Christian Brothers and Sisters

Comments will not be open on this post. This is so that you are free to read and absorb the words rather than read while formulating a response. We’re far better at listening when we’re not preparing to reply. This post is about Jesus Christ, not Donald Trump. This morning I woke up to this: I…

January 28, 2017
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The Danger of a Me Too Church

The other week a friend texted me a link to a video of Pastor Steven Furtick* running around the sanctuary of his church sharing, “ME, TOO!!!!” moments. I lose my temper…me, too!!! You wanted to cuss somebody out in traffic this week…me, too!!!! You’re NOT crazy! ME, TOO!!!!!!! I WANT THIS TO BE A “ME, TOO!!!!”…

January 12, 2016
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Transformation

When I was a kid, we had a random peach tree near the front of our very big backyard. It provided a boundary marker for kickball, a visual distraction from the beaten down garage behind it, and delicious fruit for pies made by my neighbor. Periodically my dad would decide that it needed pruning, and he…

January 5, 2016
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Audacious Love: The Final Week of Advent

      Some of my earliest memories are rooted in the act of boldly loving all over another child. I distinctly remember feeling lovingly protective of my kindergarten classmate, Dia, even though we were both four years old. In first grade I learned that my friend Danny’s father had died when he was an…

December 23, 2015
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