That One Time I Said Something Stupid

That One Time I Said Something Stupid

I really hurt a wonderful friend’s feelings yesterday. I didn’t do it intentionally, but I did do it. This may come as a shock to some of you but I tend to wear my emotions on my sleeve.  And even more, I tend to say what I’m feeling before I think it through.  Which means… wait for it… I often say really stupid things that are nowhere near what I’m actually thinking and nowhere near what I mean.  And these stupid things I say hurt people’s feelings. Which I did yesterday. It’s ridiculous, really.  I am 38 years old and I can’t control my tongue.  Or in this case, my text messaging fingers.  And I feel awful about it. I stayed up late last night contemplating all of this, feeling like a silly junior high girl who said the wrong thing at the wrong time.  (Which, for the record, I also did in junior high.  Apparently I am a slow learner.)  I woke up this morning feeling sick to my stomach about it, and as I’ve sat here this morning praying and contemplating, I’ve started feeling worse and worse. (I tend to be hard on myself.) All of this wallowing isn’t helping. Yet I can’t seem to learn my lesson. So I’m trying something new.  I’m writing about it.  We’ll call it written processing instead of verbal processing.  Because at least behind my computer, I at least have to think a little before I speak. So here goes: First, I’m really sorry for speaking too fast and without thinking.  I’m sorry for saying too much when I shouldn’t say...

That Whole ASS-U-ME Thing

For those of you who don’t follow me on Facebook, we had a dog saga this week. This is Jack.   My husband and I got Jack in 2002 after searching for months for the perfect puppy.  We were on a wait list and went out to College Station where he was born when he was one week old and picked him out of a litter of 8.  When I walked into the room where he was being kept, he was the smallest puppy in the litter and while all eight puppies surrounded me with tails wagging, Jack was the one who managed to hoist himself up onto my lap and lick my face.  We paid our deposit and went home for the very difficult seven-week wait for him to be old enough to wean. I was like a nesting pregnant woman.  I painted (yes, painted) a sign with his name on it to put above his custom-organic dog bed (yes, I was that person) and bought him engraved dog tags and cute collars.  And on the day he came home, I slept on the laundry room floor next to him because I didn’t want to leave him alone. Jack was my first baby. I brought him into my classroom while I taught, I took him on long runs on the weekends and let him snuggle with baby dolls to prep him for when I brought my own baby home.  I cried–literally sobbed– as I held my newborn son Joey up to him and let him sniff him for the first time.  Pregnancy hormones, yes, but also I felt...
A Simple Reminder to Pray

A Simple Reminder to Pray

I have a friend who really needs prayer. Her name is Michele Cushatt and she was just diagnosed for the second time with a terrible, horrible, awful (have I made it clear that it’s horrendous?) form of mouth cancer that is not only really painful, but requires an equally horrible treatment regiment.  The good news is that her prognosis is good (praise God!) but the bad news is that the next few months will be really difficult for her. I wish I could fly to Colorado and snatch the pain right away from her, but I can’t.  But I serve a God who moves powerfully and miraculously and mysteriously.  And he is much, much bigger than Michele’s cancer.  And I’m praying right now and every day that he not only removes her pain and gives her peace in the months to come, but that he uses this trial in life to move mountains for His kingdom.  He can do that.  We need only ask. Last week when my dear friend Kathi Lipp was visiting when we heard about Michele’s diagnosis.  We sat in tears wondering how we could help and both came to the conclusion that prayer was the most powerful way.  But we both wanted a tangible reminder to pray—something to remind us every day to bring Michele before our Lord.  That’s when Kathi had an idea:  She wanted to buy bracelets for Michele’s friends and sisters in prayer to give them a tangible and daily reminder to pray and pray often for our dear friend. The next day, we found these beautiful bracelets from one of our...

How Do You Support a Friend When They Are Royally Screwing Up?

I love my girlfriends– they’re wonderful and supportive and funny and pretty much the coolest people I know. And I pray that I can be a wonderful and supportive friend to them as well. But right now, I’m having a hard time figuring out how to do that when one of my friends is royally screwing up. Megan (not her real name) has been married for 11 years and has two precious children. I don’t know her husband very well, but he’s always seemed like a great guy. And, while I know they’ve had their ups and downs in marriage (what marriage doesn’t?), she’s always seemed happy. Until two weeks ago. When she moved out and moved in with another guy. I’m still shocked. She called me up non-nonchalantly and asked about my kids and my family and my pregnancy and then she dropped the bomb: “Oh, by the way, I don’t love my husband anymore. The love is gone. And I don’t really like being a mom anymore. So, I left. I’m now living with this guy Matt that I met at work. He’s so funny and wonderful and everything I’ve been missing in a relationship…” *stunned silence* Then: “Erin, aren’t you happy for me?!” I didn’t know what to say. Of course I want her to be happy but my heart breaks for her husband. Her kids. And the last thing I want to do is condone what she’s doing. I obviously don’t know what happened in her marriage or her life to make this happen, but by telling her I’m happy, I tell her I think...

Why Blogging Buddies Rock

Yesterday, I was chatting via email with two of my writing and blogging buddies Joanne Kraft and Kathi Lipp. A conversation about our husband’s coffee-drinking habits turned into a chat about our husband’s hair care habits (and yes, honey, if your reading this, I told them you use more expensive hair products than I do… I couldn’t help it) and in the midst of our back-and-forth, I found myself laughing hysterically and feeling this amazing bond with two people that I know almost completely through the blogosphere. Don’t blogging buddies rock? Don’t get me wrong, I love my real-life friends, too, but my blogging buddies are special. They get me. They get what I do every day. And they’re willing to share their lives, their ups, their downs, their triumphs and their failures every day for all the world to see. 6 Reasons Why Blogging Buddies Rock 1. They’re hilarious. Hormonal pregnancy mood swings? Nope, I’m not the only one. A Facebook faux pas? Apparently a lot of us gen-xers make them. And, bloggers are never afraid to air their mistakes for all the world to read. 2. They’ll promote your work without you even asking. I’m amazed at how many of my blogging friends have written reviews on my book or tweeted my blogs without my even asking. How nice is that? 3. They have amazing work for you to talk about. Can you believe how amazingly talented people are on the blogosphere? When I read through my posts from my feed, I am amazed by the depth, by the creativity and by the amazing writing I find....
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