Braving Mamahood

My dog/diva/little sister, Ginger, is to thank for this one. So the next time you see her give her a piece of cheese or popcorn. Today as I was making myself a pb&j sand which (which I like to put chips inside the sand which, you should try it), Ginger wanders into the kitchen to find out what her puppy eyes can get me to give her. Normally, there is some potential piece of what I'm making that I can give her but today it was just a sand which and I knew she wouldn't like it. I turned to her and politely told her "No Ging, you wouldn't like this" but of course what did she do? She sat down and stubbornly waited. That's when God hinted at a little parable in my scenario. Can you guess where this is going? Probably so . Okay, so in this story we, as humans, are like my dog Ginger and the one preparing something is like God. Often times we sense God is up to something and follow Him into the "kitchen" to see what He's up to. We sit and wait fo...

] So there’s something about the beach and God, it’s as if He’s much closer in the waves then on land. Anyways, this time to just sit out on the porch and listen to the waves is like having God sit right beside me and chat. This morning we had a chat and in peaceful way He told me to do something potentially chaotic . It went something like this: Me: Hey God! What’s up? *Insert God saying something cheesy like “Me! I’m ‘what’s up’” ( ha-ha-ha )* God: Anna, this is what I want you to do today, *dlkjfoieljfoj* God telling me stuff Me: …um, okayyy. But…how is that going to be beneficial? I don’t understand. God: I know. Trust me. Ehhh… He stumps me every time . Do you want to know what He told me to do? Here goes...He told me to write out things about every guy I’ve ever liked and to diagnosis what went wrong and all the mistakes I made. Also to look at why I liked them and the amount of time I was spending with Him during these times. Did you just turn ghostly pale? ...