Yesterday a woman came and knocked on my door. She was down on her luck and looking or some help. She said she needed some food, some gas money and she and her friend were living out of her car. It was hot yesterday. September is still warm in SC. I couldn’t do much, but…
Category: Mercy
Unfinished Stories
Recently we were having movie night at the Post house and my 7-year-old got a little concerned. The cartoon we were watching took a turn and the main character found herself in a tight situation in a bit of trouble. My girl grabbed me by the arm and looked into my eyes and asked, “this…
The Whisper in the Whirlwind: Post-it Note #114
Some people’s houses are like museums: Clean and sterile, quiet and tranquil, polite and reverent. And then there’s my house: Loud, Lived in, Cluttered, Explosive. Sometimes I’m just a step ahead of a security breach. Barely contained chaos. My morning routine looks a lot like this: But one of the busiest times of day is…
The Spanking…Post-it Note #58
When I was a kid my parents took very literally and very seriously Proverbs 22:15 which says: “Folly (foolishness) is bound up in the heart of a child, but the rod of discipline will drive it far away.” And I must have been pretty foolish (or mouthy) because the rod of discipline, a.k.a. “Daddy’s Belt” was…
The Church Police…Post-it Note #43
I’ve been seeing a lot of fussing and fighting between my kids lately. It’s sort of making me crazy. Definitely challenging my New Year’s resolution to not become so “unglued”. (See Post-it Note #40 to see all the craziness of that resolution!) But in the midst of a fire storm of children yelling at each…
At the End of Your Rope. Desperate…Post-it Note #42
I have been following a friend’s posts on FB lately. She has 2 different friends whose husbands have had major complications from the flu. This week they both passed away. From the flu! It’s unbelievable. I don’t know these families or what they think of God, but I wondered as I was praying for them…
Collard greens, Black eyed peas and a clean slate…Post-it Note #39
In the Deep South we have a tradition on New Year’s Day. For lunch or dinner it is customary to eat black-eyed peas and collard greens. My grandmother said that the black-eyed peas represented coins and the collard greens represented money, and she cooked them every January 1st. I always told her to eat some…
Post-it Note #31: Duct Tape in my Hair….The Kindness of Getting Caught
I had an interesting situation with my youngest this morning. She’s 3. She’s a hoot. She showed up EARLY this morning in my room. She said, “Mommy, there’s something in my hair.” I looked at baby girl and there was a 6 inch piece of rainbow striped duct tape stuck in her long blonde tresses. …
Post-it Note #30: A Case for the Abundant Life
In the Gospel of John, Jesus said, “I came to give life with joy and abundance.” We often quote that as Christians, but what does it really mean? A life with joy AND abundance. It sounds wonderful doesn’t it? The sad reality is that I know few people who really live that way. Some come…
Post-it Note #29: Bring Down the Hammer!
I have a child that has been particularly………..how should I say it?…………..irritating lately. I’m not sure what the deal is, but she has been especially mouthy and disobedient the last few days and stirring up trouble with her brother and sisters on every hand. Dad has been out-of-town too, so I have had to do…
Post-it Note #28: Halloween…..The Never Ending Holiday
I’m not a huge fan of Halloween. For lots of reasons. But with 5 Trick-or-Treating age kids I always find myself helping with costumes and driving around on Halloween night while Hubby tries to find the neighborhood with the best stash of candy. And then there is the candy! Do you know how much candy…
Post-it Note #27: Hope for America?
I was at a conference this week that was highlighting our political situation in America. The truth of the matter is that our liberties are being stripped away one by one. I sat there with my jaw dropping, my eyes brimming with tears and my heart breaking at how much we have lost as a…
Grace in the Real World - by Connie Post 