hymningandhaing: Recent Episodes
Anna Ortiz Spencer
A funny thing happened on the way to MY life…God stepped in. Today I am a stay-at-home mother of two… and did I mention that I’m also a pastor’s wife! No, this wasn’t how I planned things (maybe I should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque?), but I know this much…God has blessed me beyond anything I could have imagined for myself!
Wisdom from someone who’s been there. Tips & tricks as you embark on your college adventure!
Words written on mere paper, yet guaranteed to leave a permanent mark on a Mother’s heart. In an age of texts and emails, it is gratifying to know (that on so many levels) the pen remains mighty indeed.
"In light of current events, both our collective and personal flaws have become more evident. The hoarding is just the beginning."
Okay, Mom-friends…here goes. Truth is…I haven’t seen the movie Frozen and I don’t plan to see it anytime in the near future.
This will probably only make sense to those who know me best: I HATE June bugs! I don’t remember when my phobia began, but I’m pretty sure that it’s hereditary since I have early childhood memories of my mom, my aunts, my cousins and my sister shrieking in terror when one would come around on a warm spring/summer night. By the time I was in junior high, the phobia was in full force…
Rain, rain go away…, oh, forget it. We’re past the point of cute nursery rhymes, the rain has gone on long enough, the puddles are turning into ponds and I’m going to come clean–I HATE the rain! I’ve always hated the rain.
Twenty plus years later, I can still see the faces of those who spoke at my high school graduation ceremony, but what they said is a complete blur. Classmates, community leaders, administrators…their mouths were moving, but I have no idea what they spoke of that day.
Not that anyone has ever asked, but I thought that maybe I should explain (just in case the thought ever crossed your mind)…why hymningandhaing? If it sounds familiar and looks horribly misspelled, then you’re right on both accounts.
So it’s day one of this never-ending month and I may have just solved my own dilemma. I will no longer be a victim of the “February funk.”