To my dear readers

Dearest Most Darling Reader, My website hosting is weird. Half the time it doesn’t let me in to blog. In its eagerness to protect me from hackers it even blocks ME! And the server people don’t work on weekends (when I have more time to blog) so by the time I’m allowed back in to work, my inspiration has flown to the land of missing socks. That is part of the reason why I haven’t had a post recently. The other reason is that my husband, Mr. Himself, is in the Philippines doing missions work and I have total care of mother Ellen while he’s away (she lives with us). I spent most of the day yesterday in the ER with her. I also have total care of my twins with autism and another son with bipolar. I live the life of a circus mom. Seriously. I also have four dogs and two cats. The fact that I’m still walking in an upright position without severe twitching is a miraculous thing. Mother Ellen is home now, doing well, and Mr. Himself comes home in a few more days. But, of course, the interruptions won’t cease. Along comes the holidays. Not to mention I am doing 60 hours of observation at the local school for part of my degree requirements. (I’m getting a degree in Special Education.) Does life ever slow down? No. I don’t think it does. Leave me a comment and let me know how chaotic your life is right now so I don’t feel alone! And if you could click on the little twitter bird over at the left and help me spread the word, I’d be most appreciative. Love,...

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The Many Adventures of Mr. Himself: In Which He Gets Ready to Travel Overseas to the Philippines

Yesterday I introduced you to my husband, whom I lovingly refer to as Mr. Himself and explained that I’m dedicating a blog post category to him. After I wrote the post yesterday, I realized I failed to let you know the important work he’s up to besides hoarding toilet paper.  My husband is a gifted guitarist, song writer and worship leader besides an extremely knowledgeable theologian. He is going to the Philippines in October to minister to some churches there and to teach and minister at a pastor’s leadership conference.   If you’d like to contribute to his missions fund, feel free to visit his website. You will be blessed! Tweet This: Besides hoarding toilet paper, he’s actually a gifted musician and preacher,...

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All the shiny things

Blogging is like exercise. It’s too easy to get in the habit of not doing it. I love to blog. I’ve blogged since the 90s and have had at least a dozen blogs over the years. My problem is finding a focus.  I tend to lead life that way, too. There are so many shiny things that distract me: theology, writing, music, history, conspiracy theories, politics, entertaining, disabilities, advocating for children (my CASA work), my church ministry–and I haven’t even begun to brush the surface of my family, job and college responsibilities. Because I’m attracted to so many things, I’m easily distracted. Sadly, I remind myself of that verse in Daniel 12:4:” Many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be increased.” Sure, I run to and fro doing regular human stuff, but I also go here and there indulging my insatiable appetite for knowledge. How far I run! Via google I can browse the National Palace Museum in Taipei and then fly over to Venice and purse the Ca’Rezzonico. If I want I can squeeze another couple of hours at the British Museum before sauntering over to study the Mona Lisa at the Louvre.  So, dear reader, I’m learning I have a need to get focused. Right now I’m in the throes of college math exams — working on my degree for Special Education — another shiny thing that is important to me. Just as important as writing. And, to be honest, there’s also a family crisis in our lives right now that is emotionally draining. But as I sit here in the library waiting for my granddaughters to get out of one of their summer fun classes, I’m filled with gratitude for a patient, loving God. I know He’s waiting for me to quit running around like a toddler and settle in and pay attention. (I’ve always said you can’t teach a moving target. Is that what I am, Lord?) I may not have been here writing very much these past few weeks, but one thing I’ve managed to keep up with is prayer and bible reading. I’m thankful for that. I don’t think I could survive the buffeting without time in His Word. I’m so thankful for the hunger God has given me for Him . And I wonder — is that what He’s calling me to focus on more? My heart is so full. I have so much to share with you. But where do I start? How do I begin? And just what is it you want to know? Your Questioning Servant, Karla Tweet this: Help! Shiny things and barking...

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What’s on Your Writing Desk?

In the coming weeks, I’ll feature an author’s writing desk/den/cave/lair on my blog. I’m super excited about this! I love peeking into writer’s spaces to see where they tune into their inspiration. Some spaces are more glamorous than others. And I think it’s fun to see how other people do it. As for me, I have a room called an “office,” but right now it’s a storage closet. <sigh> So I’m hoping to be inspired to dig it out again as I feature other authors on my blog. If you follow me on Pinterest, you may have already realized how obsessed I am with home office spaces.  My ultimate dream is to have my own “she-shed” as a writing space. I keep trying to talk Mr. Himself into it, but he’s dragging his feet because he likes having me around. It’s nice to be wanted. Still, I like the idea of hiding. Until that day when he can part with me, I write pretty much like this: As you can see, I have a full range of office staff to help me. Fur and skin people are constantly at my service to advise me and help with editing. <cough, cough> They work long hours, well into the evening, too. (Click the images twice and once again to enlarge and see full photo.) Spook is editor in charge of Lap Warming Editor Spook and Sister Janelle Spook takes over my laptop when he gets impatient with my comma placements or lack thereof Jake is editor in charge of dog snorts and playing fetch Spook using the hand over hand editing method Jake thinks if he sits on my head I’ll get the hang of dog grammar by osmosis Jake telling me it’s quitting time Jake’s always looking over my shoulder. I usually outlast the staff. They sleep on the job most of the time. If you have an office space, writing lair, or desk you’d like to share with my readers, download the guidelines below and contribute! I’ll feature one office space per week. You don’t have to be a writer or published author to share! I can’t wait to see where you go for inspiration. What’s On Your Desk Blog Guidelines Tweet this: What’s on your writing desk?...

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Behavior is communication

As a Mom with special needs children, my mantra has always been, “behavior is communication.” Before my twin sons learned to speak at the ages of 7 – 9, they were constantly frustrated because they couldn’t express their needs and desires in words. Tantrums were a constant. As I watch the riots on TV, I have to wonder if part of the problem is that people don’t know how to express themselves. When commentators question them, many of them can hardly speak in coherent sentences. They are out of words or they don’t know how to access them. I’ve read about the conspiracy theories, that these riots are our government desensitizing us for marshal law. I don’t know about all that, but if that’s true, then the oppressed masses have played right into their hands. It’s easy to manipulate those who feel they have no voice. There is definitely a time and place to stand up and be heard. But if you feel that every time you try to speak out you’re ignored and misunderstood, I can see how you’d get to the point of throwing a tantrum. But that doesn’t make it right. Civility and citizenship requires that we use those processes provided us by our republic. But those who haven’t been educated regarding these feel their only recourse is violence. I think people are feeling frustration at a level they haven’t felt in decades. It’s ironic that at this time of technology and knowledge that there’s so much ignorance. The breakdown of the family, poverty, joblessness, lack of morals, lack of leadership all contributes. But the bottom line is this: people need the Lord. Until they can know Him, and know that He is the father of the oppressed, and He will fight the battle, there will be violence on this earth. Until Jesus comes there will be no peace. All the more reason to keep living a Christ-like life. To be available with THE answer for folks when they have nothing but anger, frustration and questions. Tweet this: Anger lodges in the bosom of fools.    ...

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Ruminations on the “F” word

When I was growing up the F word was the one forbidden word that no cussing heathen ever said in the presence of a lady. And a lady certainly never used such language. Today, F bombs are used as casually by the youthful masses as toothpaste. Their vocabularies have become so limited that it’s the most accessible word on the tips of their tongues. In casual day to day conversation it can be heard a myriad of times. Movies, music and other media have certainly contributed to this. Call me old-fashioned, but I still find it offensive. The only word I find more offensive is taking the Lord’s Name in vain. I’m not better than someone who uses the F word or the Lord’s Name as a curse, but I do hope I never become so accustomed to such language that I don’t cringe the way I do now when I hear it. I stray from movies that use those words because they cause a visceral reaction in my gut. I. Do. Not. Like. Them. Call me an old fuddy-duddy but that’s where I am on the matter. It occurred to me that people who use the F word may not realize there are other options. So I’m writing this post to solve that problem. I propose that society replace the current F word with the following: “What the floccinaucinihilipilification were you thinking?” (floccinaucinihilipilification: setting at little or no value ). I mean, isn’t that a lot more impressive? It has 28 letters! And surely our counterparts would be dazzled. Their word has only 4  measly characters! Okay, so maybe the meaning isn’t all that great. How about this one then: “Oh, fadoodle!” (fadoodle: nonsense). This one may not appeal to the younger masses because it sounds exactly like something an old granny like me would say. I like it. I’m going to adopt it. Let’s consider these instead: “Fiddle-faddle!” (An oldie but goodie; means trifling talk. It’s also some really great popcorn! My favorite is butter toffee. What’s yours?) “Fiddlededee!” (Scarlet O’Hara used this. If it’s good enough for her, it’s good enough for me. Means nonsense.) “Flapdoodle!” (Means gross flattery; nonsense.) “Flexiloquent!” (Speaking ambiguously or using words of doubtful meaning. This one is rather appropriate, I think.) “Futtock!” (This one sounds way too similar to the offensive word. Besides, it means the rib of a ship, and in context of swearing would be a little silly.) As for me, I’m sticking with floccinaucinihilipilification ?/fläks??nôs??n??hil??pil?fi?k?SH?n/. The next time one of my younger counterparts uses their F word, I’m going to use mine. By the time I get done saying it, they’ll nod off. And my ears will be...

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