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The Secret to Not Sliding Backwards

Let me guess…it was just one day, and then two, just a little departure from the Word, a little less prayer…
and now, you find yourself doubting things of which you were once assured?

My friend, it’s because you allowed your heart to tend itself. Don’t you know it’s not safe alone? Your enemy is sly and quick to fill a void.

Doubt stalks the passive heart but assurance floods the pilgrim who is on her feet, moving, watching and waiting for the next sight or sound of the One her soul loves....

Warped Humor Warning

Hello folks, let’s chat… Forgive me if I ramble more than usual. I just read a startling headline: “Warped sense of humor could be sign of impending dementia”.

Ruh-roh.

I’d like to think my humor is simply unique, but I’ll admit there could be cause for concern here. Why, just yesterday I saw a faded group school picture on Facebook. The poster said, “Tag yourself and your friends.” I resisted a strong urge to tag my name to the photo of a complete stranger, solely for the fun of it. (Well, they asked!)

And then there’s that last minute minion birthday party for two I put on last weekend for my 55 year-old BFF, complete with minion glasses, wristbands, balloons, tablecloth, banner, plates (topped with flaming breakfast muffins), and minion cups brimming with Hydroxycut punch! Yeah, that punch thing might need some back story.

It began a couple weeks ago when Red and I discovered Drinkable Apple Pie at Starbucks. Ok, they call it Caramel Apple Spice Tea, but trust me. It’s pie in a mug! Red and I had not one but two slices apiece that afternoon. Immediately afterwards yours truly here whipped out a small package and began pouring it into my water bottle.

“What are you doing?” Rhonda asked. I told her I was thirsty and I was adding Hydroxycut to my water to help me lose weight. (Side note, Rhonda and I are always losing weight. We’ve lost something like 500 pounds collectively over the years. If you do the math, that’s like thirteen super models between us.)

Rhonda found it hysterical that I was turning to Hydroxycut immediately after consuming two drinkable apple pies, which we estimate to have 157 sugars and 24,500 calories. “Hydroxycut, “she said. “And how’s that working for you?”

We’re now able to crack ourselves up just by saying Hydroxycut. I’m glad Red gets me but I can see where others might describe our type of humor as warped. And now they tell us it’s a sign of impending dementia?

I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or quit tagging pictures of strangers on Facebook. What were we talking about again?

Hugs, Shellie

Warped Humor Warning

Hello folks, let’s chat… Forgive me if I ramble more than usual. I just read a startling headline: “Warped sense of humor could be sign of impending dementia”.

Ruh-roh.

I’d like to think my humor is simply unique, but I’ll admit there could be cause for concern here. Why, just yesterday I saw a faded group school picture on Facebook. The poster said, “Tag yourself and your friends.” I resisted a strong urge to tag my name to the photo of a complete stranger, solely for the fun of it. (Well, they asked!)

And then there’s that last minute minion birthday party for two I put on last weekend for my 55 year-old BFF, complete with minion glasses, wristbands, balloons, tablecloth, banner, plates (topped with flaming breakfast muffins), and minion cups brimming with Hydroxycut punch! Yeah, that punch thing might need some back story. But first, the party pics.


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Warped Humor Warning!
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Hello folks, let’s chat… Forgive me if I ramble more than usual. I just read a startling headline: “Warped sense of humor could be sign of impending dementia”.

Ruh-roh.

I’d like to think my humor is simply unique, but I’ll admit there could be cause for concern here. Why, just yesterday I saw a faded group school picture on Facebook. The poster said, “Tag yourself and your friends.” I resisted a strong urge to tag my name to the photo of a complete stranger, solely for the fun of it. (Well, they asked!)

And then there’s that last minute minion birthday party for two I put on last weekend for my 55 year-old BFF, complete with minion glasses, wristbands, balloons, tablecloth, banner, plates (topped with flaming breakfast muffins), and minion cups brimming with Hydroxycut punch! Yeah, that punch thing might need some back story.

It began a couple weeks ago when Red and I discovered Drinkable Apple Pie at Starbucks. Ok, they call it Caramel Apple Spice Tea, but trust me. It’s pie in a mug! Red and I had not one but two slices apiece that afternoon. Immediately afterwards yours truly here whipped out a small package and began pouring it into my water bottle.

“What are you doing?” Rhonda asked. I told her I was thirsty and I was adding Hydroxycut to my water to help me lose weight. (Side note, Rhonda and I are always losing weight. We’ve lost something like 500 pounds collectively over the years. If you do the math, that’s like thirteen super models between us.)

Rhonda found it hysterical that I was turning to Hydroxycut immediately after consuming two drinkable apple pies, which we estimate to have 157 sugars and 24,500 calories. “Hydroxycut, “she said. “And how’s that working for you?”

We’re now able to crack ourselves up just by saying Hydroxycut. I’m glad Red gets me but I can see where others might describe our type of humor as warped. And now they tell us it’s a sign of impending dementia?

I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or quit tagging pictures of strangers on Facebook. What were we talking about again?

Hugs, Shellie

Only One Sees the End from the Beginning

Friends, I was just knee deep in the archives looking for something when I ran across this old post. Felt super prompted to send it around again. Praying it is just what a mother’s heart needs right now, or a dad’s, or a grandparent’s…Praying for your people! Hugs, Shellie Somewhere around 5-6 years ago I […]

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Jessica Robertson visits All Things Southern

Several weeks ago now I had Jep and Jessica Robertson, stars of the hit A&E reality show Duck Dynasty in the ATS LIVE studio with me to talk about their book, The Good, The Bad, and The Grace of God. I so enjoyed their visit and the message of this book stayed with me long […]

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Hungry is a Mighty Fine Sauce!

Okay, I can’t stand it. I’ve got to stop and tell y’all more about the project I’m working on called Hungry is a Mighty Fine Sauce. It’s a cookbook/memoir, scheduled for an October 2016 release by Barbour Publishing and I’m super excited about it for a host of reasons. For starters, long-time readers have been […]

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Without Me He Won’t

Sometimes I throw up word pictures on my Instagram, which is synced to my Twitter, which is tied to my Facebook (and am I the only one thinking about the hip bone connected to the thigh bone?). These takeaway thoughts are always pulled straight from what’s going on in my own life. Meaning, I’m “preaching” […]

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IF

Can I testify? God has taught me that as soon as I realize I’m having an imaginary conversation with someone in my head and telling them “a thing or two” about something he or she has said or done, I best stop thinking and commence to praying for that person right then and there IF […]

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From a Morning of Wonder to a Night of Hope

Friday morning found me on the dock in my backyard contemplating God’s wonder as He woke the world. It ended with my head resting on a hotel pillow in Baton Rouge, LA beside my darling man, trying to find a place to park a jumble of emotions. The hours in between hold a story of […]

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When It Seems Too Much To Ask

What would prayer do? Those words dropped in my heart around midnight several weeks ago with such power that it woke me from a deep sleep. I slept lightly the rest of the night, drifting in and out of full consciousness, but always with that phrase presenting itself front and center in my thoughts. What […]

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