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Testimony Tuesday featuring Amy Clipston

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I’m so excited to have found Amy Clipston!

Amy’s story is profound. And I was thrilled when she agreed to an interview. So, grab a cuppa, lean back, and enjoy the show!

Amy’s next book will be out in June!

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And be sure to check out her facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/AmyClipstonBooks

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Tweet this: She saved two lives with one of her kidneys!

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.

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If you’d like to contribute to his missions fund, feel free to visit his website. You will be blessed!twitter34

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The Many Adventures of Mr. Himself: In Which This One Involves Toilet Paper

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Mr. Himself (as an avatar)

With his permission, I’ve decided to dedicate a portion of my blog to Mr. Himself. He is such a funny person to live with that I can’t help writing about him. And since he doesn’t take himself seriously, he’s okay with being exposed in this way.

Mr. Himself lives at the mercy and whims of many others for various reasons. One of them is that he’s married to me. Being married to an author and scholar isn’t easy (I’m also a full-time college student at the moment). He has to do his own laundry these days, and has for a long time. I think he’s a tad bitter about that, but that’s another blog post.

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He takes care of his mother who has Alzheimer’s and lives with us, and helps me with the twins (age 20) with autism in addition to being a full-time pastor. So, as you can imagine, there are very few things he has control over.

And that’s why, I believe, he tries to control weird things.

Like toilet paper.

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Currently, there are six adults living in this house. The twins have a caregiver who comes for a portion of the day, so technically we have 6.5 people in this house using toilet paper. We go through a lot of it. Like maybe a roll or two a day. I don’t know because I’m too busy to keep track. Apparently he has time to because it’s driving him bonkers.

So, a few days ago, he decided toilet paper was something he would control.

We were each assigned our own roll of toilet paper with our names on it.

And we were not to use any else’s roll.

He was going to find out who ran out first. And he was rationing it. It had to last us at least a week, or ideally, two weeks.

Right. Like that’s going to happen.

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There’s this funny thing about humans. We don’t like to be dominated. We don’t like to be told what to do. And we are competitive.

So instead of using my own precious roll of toilet paper, I sneak a few Kleenex in with me, or I swipe some off one of the boys’s rolls. Bad. I know. I’ve sinned over toilet paper. TOILET. PAPER.

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Me: Honey, I’ve decided to feature you now and then on my blog. I’m giving you your own category. And I’m going to write about this toilet paper experiment of yours.

Mr. Himself: Why?

Me: Because you’re hilarious. I mean, you wrote our names on toilet paper. Think about it. WHO DOES THAT?

Mr. Himself (laughs with great satisfaction): It is pretty funny, isn’t it?

The experiment is failing. No one is using their own roll of toilet paper anymore. And besides, he’s gone to Michigan for a week to play his guitar and sing for a revival. There’s no way anyone is going to use their own roll with him gone.

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Poor Mr. Himself. Once again, there’s something in his life he can’t control.

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My very own man in black: Rev. Eddie Akins

What do you think? Is Mr. Himself normal or weird? Leave me a comment!

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When life grabs you by the ankles tango anyway

Whew. It’s been quite an adventure these past few weeks and I’ve missed blogging regularly. Between college classes, writing a book and my son’s wedding, Holy Week activities and church responsibilities I feel like I’ve been in an abyss with an undertow pulling me under. But here I am! I’m baaaaaack! (At least for today!)

My son’s wedding was a delight for this writer Mama. He got married in the most unique, unusual wedding I’ve ever been to. It was small and untraditional. Very untraditional. My son, Noah, is known for his eccentric ways.

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Mr. Noah and Mrs. Sasha Akins

His new bride is also an eccentric girl. I like eccentric. I always taught my kids to be themselves, but I think Noah internalized that and took it to the next degree.

It was a fun wedding. Intimate. Different. The lasagna was delicious (Sasha’s step-father made it. WOW), and the reception was fun. And different. When I danced with my son we went from slow dancing to doing the polka to the tango. It was a blast.

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It’s not what I imagined for my son when he was a little boy. I’m not sure what I imagined but I didn’t imagine this. I think it’s better than anything I could have imagined because he and his bride stayed true to themselves.

God makes us all unique. He sees what we are inside, not what we portray on the outside. Sometimes people judge my son for being so different, but that’s their problem, not his.

“…for the LORD seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart” 1 Samuel 16:7b.

I’m thankful the Lord doesn’t judge me by what I am on the outside. Especially in this picture of me and Mr. Himself at the wedding. I look like I’m chewing on a wad of tobacco. I assure you I’m not.

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Mother and father of the groom

On the other hand, is my heart where it should be?

Yes! Because of Jesus. Only because of what Jesus did for me is my heart something that pleases the Lord. I’m so grateful for that! I shudder to think what God would see if the redemptive blood of Jesus didn’t cover my sins. Thank you, Jesus!

Now, where’d I put that recipe for that amazing lasagna?

I’ll work off the calories doing the tango.

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