If You Post About It, Pray About It. #PrayWhatYouPost

Okay, let’s all be honest with each other…. This is a sensitive subject, so I’m just gonna get straight to the point.

First question: how many of you have posted a “Pray for _______” status on social media? Like a “Pray for Orlando” or a “#PrayForParis” type post? My guess is that probably a lot of you have.

Second Question: how many of you actually prayed for the thing you posted about? My guess is, sadly, not all of you.

Contrary to popular belief, posting a status with the hashtag “#PrayFor” does not send an urgent memo to God… You actually have to pray! So, get down on your knees, sit on your bed, pause before dinner, do it standing up, do it sitting down, do it out loud, do it silently, JUST DO IT!

I am, by no means, asking you to stop posting “PrayFor” statuses, tweets, instas, snaps, etc… I am glad that people are thinking about prayer in this extreme time of difficulty… I am, however, demanding that you actually consider praying for what you are posting about.

Our country, and our world, needs a lot right now– but that’s a different blog post, entirely. But for now, I’ll leave you with this; prayer is a powerful thing. It can change lives. Try it.

Much Love, The Uncustomary Housewife

Are any of you suffering hardships? You should pray. Are any of you happy? You should sing praises.” -James 5:13

Pray in the Spirit at all times and on every occasion. Stay alert and be persistent in your prayers.” -Ephesians 6:18

Never stop praying.” -1 Thessalonians 5:17



Travel: Things You Lose. Things You Find. Things You Pack. Things You Leave Behind. 

Travel is a worthwhile adventure — an invaluable expedition. Things experienced can leave one speechless, yet transform them into a Walt Disney-like storyteller once they return home. 

Traveling often teaches one to pack light; to leave at home your fears, ego, and preconceived ideas. 

If you are lucky, you may even lose some things on your travels; some prejudices, some skepticism, or maybe even some anxiety. 

And, in losing these things, you might find others; you find appreciation, perspective, imagination, and understanding. 

Monetary wealth isn’t a requirement for travel. Some trips are inexpensive… light on the pockets, per se…, while others can be as heavy as an elephant on an airplane — After a few Broadway shows and a night out on the town you can find yourself flat broke. So you board your pre-scheduled flight and head home… but regardless of how much moolah you spent, you return home rich beyond measure. Rich with experience. 

However, all the money in the world won’t truly benefit you if you travel with a closed mind, with rude intolerance, or with prejudices. Because regardless of country, color, belief, or orientation we are all born naked and vulnerable, we grow, we laugh, we cry, we hope, we fear, and if we’re lucky we love, but in the end we all die. 

The one thing you should always leave at home when traveling is hate. Unpack all your hate, leave it behind, and hope that you never find it again. 

That just goes to show, when you travel there are the things you lose, the things you find, the things you meant to pack, and the stuff you learn to leave behind.

Click to read a blog about the above picture; A Youth Made of Burrs and DirtClick to read a blog about the above picture; Chinese Ribbons Make a Minimalist Click to read a short blog about the above picture; Finding Chi: Sunday Funday Click to read a true blog about the above picture; Chinese Families and Fruit Tents Click to read a true blog about the above picture; A Beijing Subway Artist Click to read a true blog about the above picture; A Beijing Fish Market Click to read a crazy blog about the above picture; Scorpions on A Stick for 5 YuanClick to read a fun blog about the above picture; It Isn’t A Selfie It’s An UsieClick to read a serious blog about the photo above and the decision that got me to D.C. and China; BRAINWAVE My Best Idea Ever

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Blog Prompt: Things We Leave Behind

A Youth Made of Burrs and Dirt

When I was young wild horses couldn’t drag me out of the woods. My dog and I would go in the hills with only the sun to tell us what time it was. We would run to the sound of leaves and twigs crunching under our feet, climb up cave walls, and nap in the shade provided ever so lovingly by the trees– To us thick moss and pine needles were more welcoming than a king size bed.

During Spring we would sit under the Dogwood trees and watch the tadpoles swim, by Summer we were swimming ourselves, come Winter we would climb as high as we could and sled down, when the Fall rolled in we would snack on pawpaws and watch the leaves change. And that was my youth.

The sun would set, the moon would illuminate the crisp country sky, and we would emerge from the woods victorious; and you could bet the farm that we would be covered in burrs and dirt.

As I’ve grown older I’ve lost touch with nature. But over the past few days I’ve spent some time in the hills, reconnecting. It’s nice to be back, and just in time for Earth Day.

There is something about walking up a Kentucky hillside that just makes sense.  

Daily Prompt: Earth  Happy Earth Day!

Library Diaries, Vol. 5: Selfish Scoundrels vs. Prototypes of Goodness

Some scoundrels dance in the lighting at night yet act like hypocrites as they iron creases in their clothes the next morning. They are selfish beasts in the pale moonlight, dangerous conceded creatures. Monsters of selfishness that can cut like a knife. These people may not lose, but they won’t win completely.

Others fight the good fight. Those who deserve to win the competition. Prototypes of goodness that are fit for mass production. From the outside looking in they are as pure as from the inside looking out. They understand that being good is not as important as being kind. They may not win, but they will never lose completely.

Who will win the competition? What will the world become? Will the world be owned by the hypocritical corrupt swine? Or by the ones fighting the good fight?

But more importantly, which one are you?

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I didn’t want to get married, but then I climbed.

“Raise your hand if you plan to never get married.” On a Monday morning my college sociology professor walked into the classroom and started his lecture with that statement.

Out of thirty students in the class only two raised their hand—I was one of them.

“19-year-old me” put her hand in the air, and when my professor asked “why?” I replied, “I don’t see myself being a wife. I can accomplish everything I want to accomplish on my own. I don’t need anyone.”

I wanted to climb the mountain of life alone; I didn’t want to be contained, I wanted to battle the tempest storms of life on a solo adventure. I wanted to make it to the top of the mountain, look behind me, and know that I did it on my own.

Now, let’s jump forward 8 years; I’m in an adventure called marriage with a wonderful man. We climb the mountain together. Everyday, we wake up, and we climb; sometimes there are storms—but we are together. Sometimes we get lost—but we are together. Some days the climb is like a rollercoaster, and others it’s like a sweet lullaby—and we are always climbing together.

I believed that I didn’t need anyone—and I don’t like to admit it when I’m wrong—but I was wrong. I need him to make it up the mountain. To love him is to need him…. And with him, the mountain looks like a grain of sand.

Wedding Kiss

Library Diaries, Vol. 4: A 26.2 Mile Joy Ride

Between the hot yellow line and the asphalt he asked me “just do me one last favor, hold with this crazy roller coaster till the end.”

I didn’t know what he meant, was it his spontaneity or the euphoria?

At one point I asked myself “Can this thing be squeezed out? Can the wretched warmth be battled and noxious soreness be conquered?”

The thought of failure arouses contempt in my heart, the thought of quitting is utterly erroneous.

It was a 26.2 mile joy ride, and we were at mile 20. Why would I do this? Because I’m a prototype like no other.

Jordan shoots baskets. Bocephus writes songs. Ali throws punches. Runners go running. Crazy runners run marathons.

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Fate, Beauty, and Bruised At Bat

Now look at him, fulfilling his fate…

Many have stood in the box before, and many will after… hundreds of years from now someone will be pitching, someone will be swinging, and courageous fans will be howling at the crack of the bat.

But for this moment in time, his moment, can he take it? Living the big time beauty of America’s greatest pastime? Can he get the hit?

Ya see, the first one was a brushback. Thrown high and inside to intimidate our batter—strike.

The brain starts working… “make the fast pitches come in slow”, “stay with the high ones”, and “don’t crowd the plate”.

The second was a change up, deceptive—strike.

Fate. The beauty of victory. The bruise of defeat. Who will win the showdown?

It’s time—the wind up… and the pitch. The rest is history.