I vowed not to take my phone into my room during bedtime, so now I’m sitting on the kitchen floor past my bedtime eating vanilla wafers and twittering. It all starts with self-discipline.
Cannot tag sheep in this. Cannot fire up the black stone in this. Cannot mow the lawn in this. Cannot take stressors off my husband’s plate in this. Stop it.
If you are a Christian woman in the year 2024 you should be making a concerted effort to dress as ladylike as possible.
As our culture embraces ugliness and androgyny, true Christian community should shine with beautifully modest feminine glory.
Alright twitter friends, I’m having my head examined via MRI tomorrow. I’d avoid it completely, but they’re ruling out a genetic disorder that could affect my kids. Can you pray I don’t freak out in the thingy and that my results are “unremarkable”?
I got my official “homeschool mom shoes”. I can teach math, meet at the playground, grocery shop, and cross a creek without changing my footwear. Idk how I made it 5 years without them.
Homeschool carnage. They’ve been catechized, memorized scripture, learned which centuries Hinduism and Buddhism were developed and listened to Pilgrim’s progress.
Ya’ll, two dogs got into our pasture and killed two goats and a sheep. I didn’t need any help in making observations about what happens when shepherds don’t protect flocks.
@westerninfidel
I’ve seen/experienced this a lot. It almost seems like a rebound from the fake perfection on SM though. There’s a place in between faux perfection and misery loving company. Motherhood is hard. We can say that. Motherhood is a blessing. We ought to say that too.
Y’all my husband kept his hands on my legs, so I could feel that I wasn’t all the way in the MRI machine and yelled encouragement over the noise to calm me down. Cultivated indeed 😭
I was giving my children a nice lecture while wearing a hoody and sunglasses. I accidentally rhymed and now they think I’m a rapper. This is a big parenting win for me as I am not very cool.
Christ isn’t mad that you cost so much. He’s not waiting for you to be worth the price. He’s pleased for you to rest in His perfect work on your behalf.
My brother invited him to a group trip to a haunted house. That night I told my friend I’d be marrying him and having his babies. I was 22 and he was 33 when we married 14 years ago.
@david_bumg
Something is very wrong here. Whoever told you that this was ok was wrong. Repent and pull it. It hasn’t accomplished what you hoped and your motives are clear despite your efforts to claim they are pure. You’ve made an awful display.