We don't always look like the faces in the banner you see at the top ...

... I just want you to think we do.

I used to be a lot more open and transparent when I started this blog. Reading here daily, you would see the good, the bad, and the frighteningly ugly. Because quite honestly, that's what life is made up of, and anyone who tells you their life is otherwise, is either naively floating down the river of denial or they hope you're just a little bit dumb.

However, the more people that were reading here, (strangers, church members, family, and friends) the more nervous I became about my vulnerability. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I'm too much of a people pleaser to let you think badly of me. Even now, the thought of linking you to some of those old posts makes me slightly twitchy, but I want you to know I still have those same struggles.

• Here, I felt like a failure as a momma.
• Here I share a struggle with depression combined with the lyrics to a song by The Cure.
• Here I'm shockingly honest, as well as verbally abusive to my poor TV.

I'm sure there were a few more, but these stick out in my memory as times where I wished I had not hit that publish button and let you see into my head. Everyone goes through those times. Those times where the only reason we might take up our cross would certainly NOT be to follow Christ with it, but to perhaps bean someone over the head with it. (and though I can't think of a specific verse right now, I'm pretty sure in those times, Jesus would say something to the effect of "Hon, why don't you just set that cross right back down for the moment, at least until you can go and cool off." That is if Jesus sounded something more akin to Paula Deen, which I'm quite sure he doesn't, but this is a mommy blog and your stuck with my impersonation.)

These are the days my life verse becomes Proverbs 24:16 "For a righteous man may fall seven times and rise again, but the wicked shall fall by calamity." Because sugar, even the righteous fall. I have to remind myself that it's not the falling, but the getting back up that really matters. Which finally brings me 'round to my point. And you thought the point was to show you all those scary archived posts of mine. Nope, this post started out all fun and devil-may-carish where I was just going to point you in the direction of Beth Moore.

For those of you who blog regularly, her (and her daughter's) site probably won't be new to you, and you've likely already read it for today. But for the rest of you, those that aren't real blog savvy but still read me (for reasons I can't even begin to fathom), I wanted you to see that everyone has bad days, even a modern day bible scholar who just happens to be putting together a study on Esther with the title of "It's Tough Being A Woman". (Let us all pause for a moment in quiet prayer for Beth, because you know she's in for a whopper of a couple of months if she's going to study that one out!) ;-)

So if you've ever been mad at your man, go here and be prepared to laugh and shout 'Amen Sister' at your computer screen. Because, although I can't remember a post I've ever written on being mad at my husband, just ask Ben he'll tell you, I could have a whole blog category labeled "I'd like to just SQUISH that man's head". Of course then I'd also have a category titled of "It's not so easy sayin' I'm sorry"

And if you ever want to check her and her daughter out another time, you can always find the link to The LPM blog listed in my sidebar under Favorite Stops In Bloggetyville, because that blog is definitely one of my favoritest.