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Where real life meets Jesus. Things I Say vs. Things I Mean. May 28, 2015. May 28, 2015. What I said to my husband: “I’ll work on getting the house picked up for tomorrow [because your mother is coming over.]”. What I meant (judging by how I spent the afternoon): I’m going to sit on the couch and eat pizza and catch up on the latest episode of Chicago P.D., while I glare at the pile of laundry across the room and yell at the kids upstairs to lay back down and take a nap. The Art of Not Making Disciples.
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Things I Say vs. Things I Mean #2 | Uncensored Faith
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Where real life meets Jesus. Things I Say vs. Things I Mean #2. June 2, 2015. June 2, 2015. Me to my Husband on Memorial Day: I think the kids would really like it if we had a fondue party for dinner tonight. Husband: Well, I guess that’s fine as long as the fondue set is washed and put away tonight and not sitting on the counter forever. Me: Okay, no problem. Posted in Things I Say. Being the Parent of “That Kid”. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). A daily s...
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Being the Parent of “That Kid” | Uncensored Faith
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Where real life meets Jesus. Being the Parent of “That Kid”. June 12, 2015. June 13, 2015. You know the one. That kid the other kids in class go home and tell their parents about. That kid who subscribes to the “Every-other-day Plan” for office visits. That kid who’s accustomed to being on a sad color for behavior and struggles to make friends. The kid who single-handedly has the teacher counting down the days until the end of school. 8220;That Kid.”. Well, he’s mine. Being the parent of that kid means s...
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Dear Diary, Circa 1996 | Uncensored Faith
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Where real life meets Jesus. Dear Diary, Circa 1996. May 13, 2016. May 13, 2016. May 5, 1996. It seemed like the perfect life…until now. It’s about to fall apart; hopefully not, however. Bad news. Mom and dad will be. Separated as of tomorrow, Monday night. Dad is going to live in an apartment about 15 minutes away, for about two months. Maybe more, maybe less. This is to avoid divorce. Yes, you saw right, divorce. They said that sometimes, grown-ups hurt each others feelings, but they don’t know it.
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the distance between our souls | Uncensored Faith
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Where real life meets Jesus. The distance between our souls. May 13, 2016. May 13, 2016. It feels like there’s an ocean between us. Even though you’re only a few feet away. Like the little, bright screen is way more interesting than I,. Or the kids, for that matter, could ever be. You’re too plugged in to talk. Too stuck in a habit to change. To look at me. To listen to me. Without calling you at least 5 times first. And I want to say something. To break the silence. It’s on the tip of my tongue. Saving ...
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Where real life meets Jesus. The firm grip of anxiety. February 9, 2017. February 9, 2017. I feel smothered by anxiety lately. An invisible python has coiled itself tightly around me, squeezing the life out of me, and I just stand there, paralyzed in fear. Will it kill me? Will I ever get out? It’s snuffed out my confidence, my passion, my motivation. Will I ever write with conviction again? How does one write emphatically about a truth they haven’t embraced themselves? And I’m not. Dear Diary, Circa 1996.
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Unwanted | Uncensored Faith
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Where real life meets Jesus. June 2, 2015. June 2, 2015. For most of my life I’ve loathed talking on the phone, and I have a special hatred for any type of phone call that involves making an appointment. I don’t know why the only explanation I can offer is it must be some sort of introvert thing. I can type all day long from behind a computer screen. In fact, if I could type everything in life, I would, because my handwriting borders illegible chicken scratch at times. And, it’s so much faster. Is a litt...
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Appointments and Self-Loathing | Uncensored Faith
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Where real life meets Jesus. August 10, 2015. August 10, 2015. We had dentist appointments today, the kids and I. The last time we went, about 6 months ago, it was a wonderful experience. Instead of laughing and carrying on, they were pleasantly well-behaved, minus some joking, which came out of That Kid’s mouth. He seems unable to see the imaginary line that borders socially appropriate interaction and steps over it on a regular basis. My siblings and I never had cavities growing up, and my son has had ...
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Things I Say vs. Things I Mean | Uncensored Faith
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Where real life meets Jesus. Things I Say vs. Things I Mean. May 28, 2015. May 28, 2015. What I said to my husband: “I’ll work on getting the house picked up for tomorrow [because your mother is coming over.]”. What I meant (judging by how I spent the afternoon): I’m going to sit on the couch and eat pizza and catch up on the latest episode of Chicago P.D., while I glare at the pile of laundry across the room and yell at the kids upstairs to lay back down and take a nap. Posted in Things I Say. Just a je...
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