Tuesday, November 25, 2014

some thoughts on the Author

Only 3 days until the Tired Super Bundle is unveiled on the tired supergirl site.
I am excited to share it with you. And I love this thought about how The Author
is still writing our story.



Please share this with anyone who is in the midst of their story and needs a reminder that
the good part is still coming.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

a reminder about who loves you the most

In honor of the Tired Super Bundle that I will be unveiling in a few weeks
Here is an excerpt from Chapter 7 of
All I Need is Jesus and a Good Pair of Jeans:
The Tired Supergirl's Search for Grace.




Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Dear Target (and Old Spice....)





















Dear Target,

First off, I would like to apologize for what I did
to your men's toiletry section yesterday.
I went there with the best intentions.
With a teenage boy and a pre-teen boy in the house now,
things in the smelly arm pit department are ramping up.
Soap is not enough.
Deodorant needs some backup.
All I wanted was to find a remedy to stem the gag reflex that I keep having
when the boys get in the car after a long day of playing outside.
All I wanted was to show my children how embracing hygiene
promotes long lasting friendships.
When I unleashed the burst of Old Spice body spray into the aisle
to catch a whiff of its scent, I had no idea it would spread like mustard gas,
causing shoppers to flee the aisle in search of oxygen.
I cleared the aisle of all shoppers in less than 20 seconds.
You probably noticed a loss of sales in men's toiletries yesterday.
It was probably due to the mushroom cloud of Wolfthorn Body Spray
hanging over the whole body products section of the store.
By the way, Old Spice, what in the name of heaven do you put in that spray?
It made me want to claw out my eyes..
And I am not sure that Wolfthorn is your best bet on product names...
I am trying to overcome a wild animal smell in my children...not embrace it.
Back to you, Target,
I bent myself in half to escape the toxic fumes, grabbed my 8 year old's hand
and my cart and fled the scene into produce.
I could still smell the overwhelming scent amid the apples and oranges...
probably because it had worked its way into my pores...maybe into my DNA by this point.
The only thing that helped was finding my way to the Christmas section and
staring at turquoise mercury glass.
It was so happy it made me forget my breathing issues.
Addison finally said, "Mom, stop staring at it. Let's go."
And I said, "But it's so shiny."
By the way, Target,
I will be resisting your siren call of Christmas items with your adorable pillows and
your sparkly lights. It is not even Thanksgiving yet. Have some mercy on us.
So, anyway, just wanted to clear things up so that we could continue
our loving relationship.
I will try and refrain from releasing anymore noxious body sprays in
your store in the new future.
Thanks for being who you are and taking all my money.
I love you.
Sue

Monday, November 10, 2014

It's about to get fun...

I'm super excited about the Christmas bundle we will be offering 
in the next few weeks on the Tired Supergirl website! 
Here is an encouraging quote from 
to pin or share with friends.


Thursday, November 6, 2014

the thing about prayer




















I am not the best pray-er.
Just being honest.
I have prayer dementia.
I will hear about someone or something I want to pray for and 2.3 seconds
later the thought slips from my mind and is replaced by the thought,
"We need light bulbs" or "Wow...my pants feel tight."
But I am keeping at it. I am trying new ways to pray.
Because I believe that prayer links me to heart of the Creator of the Universe.
And I want in on what He wants for me and for those around me.
I have a chalkboard in my kitchen that I used to write the boys chores on.
Now I use it as a physical reminder of all the people I am praying for.
Don't worry....The boys don't miss the chore board. At all.
But I have started lighting a tea light candle by the chalkboard and standing in front
of it when the boys leave for school.
Then I mention the names that I have written there to the God who loves us best of all.
I let him know who is hurting, who is hoping, who is needing healing and who could
use a divine reminder of his presence.
I know that He knows this already.
But I want Him to know that I am on his team.
I am standing in the gap for the people that I love.
I want what He wants for the people that He has placed on my heart and in my life.
I am saying the words that sometimes they are too sad or tired or flattened to say.
I am hoping the hopes that they are afraid to speak out because
they don't want to be disappointed...
again.
I am telling Him of the dreams that have gripped them but that only He can bring to pass.
Or the crazy circumstances that have them stuck and could He please step in
because He is at his best in the craziest circumstances.
Sometimes I cry. And sometimes I get caught thinking about all the amazing ways that
God could come through and I get excited.
I tell Him what I think He should do.
And then I realize I don't really know what He should do and He always does it better
than I can and so I tell Him that, too.
I think God loves it when we talk to Him on behalf of his kids.
I think He wants to squeeze our heads off because hearing that his kids love each other
gets Him all whipped up.
I know this because I get all whipped up when I see my kids loving each other and He
made me like Him.
The other night, I walked into Jack's room and found all three boys curled up on his double bed,
arms flung over each other, feeling safe and close.
I wanted to throw myself on top of them because that much love is beautiful and I
wanted in.
I think God wants in on the action when He sees us loving and caring for each other,
inviting Him into the midst of our lives with our thoughts and our words.
I think our prayers for each other keep us feeling safe and close.
Knitting our hearts together with love.
Bolstering us up on the dark days.
Holding us in the palm of the One who loves us the most.
Filling us with hope and peace and strength in the midst of chaos.
And that is a beautiful thing.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

to hope or not to hope...that is the question


Yesterday as I was sitting at the intersection of Chestnut and El Camino,
I had a thought pop into my head that caught me completely off guard.
I wish that Scott and I could own a house.
There. I've said it out loud. That makes it real.
This is one of those dreams that I don't ever talk about since it is
such an impossibility.
We live on the San Francisco peninsula which means real estate is at a premium.
The cute little 1,400 square foot home that we rent would sell for a little under
a million dollars.
Not many church planters or writers that I know can spring for that.
Talking about owning a home here is crazy, miracle kind of talk.
There is a proverb that says, "Hope deferred makes the heart grow sick."
For those of you who have hoped for something for a really long time
and have not seen that hope come to pass, you know this to be true.
Well, I don't like being heart sick.
So I have decided NOT to hope for a house. So I won't be disappointed
I just don't let myself think of it. At all. Ever.
So when that dream thought flitted across my mind,
it was accompanied by an immediate self rebuke.
I just started talking out loud to Jesus in the car.
"Jesus, you have blessed us so much. We have all that we need and more.
Your generosity is overwhelming."
And then this was followed by a flood of guilt for wanting something I don't need.
I have a home when so many people don't.
"Forgive me for not being content with what I have."
And in that moment, I had the thought, which I think was the Holy Spirit
because I don't usually think that clearly. And the thought was this...
God made me to want more. 
On purpose.
He is the one who gives us hopes and dreams.
Not to be mean.
Not in a "Na-na-na-na-na-na! You can't have this!" kind of way.
But because hopes and dreams are the currency that He deals in.
Just ask Abraham and Joseph and Hannah.
Fear and doubt and denial...those are the currency someone else deals in.
No hope or dream is too big or too small for the God who loves us the most.
But one thing is sure... the hopes and dreams that I try to tuck away and deny and ignore,
they will NEVER come to pass.
I don't need to obsess about them.
I need to place them in the hands of the One who can do something about them.
Our God  is a God that loves to do the impossible.
Or I should say, loves to do what we think is impossible.
There is no impossible as far as he is concerned.
He loves surprising his kids with his goodness and mercy
in ways greater than they could ever imagine.
Doing miracles in the war riddled regions of the Middle East,
and the crowded back alleys of India, reflects his heart.
Doing miracles along the coast lands of California...
reflect his heart, too.
He is unlimited in his greatness.
He power is unmatched.
His resources are endless.
His love covers this earth and pins it among the stars.
His compassion has no boundaries and it echoes down through the ages shouting
with each rising of the sun,"I AM HERE!"
His mercy floods both the plains of Nebraska and the lavender fields of Tuscany.
His grace cannot be contained.....not within nations or planets or galaxies.
We cannot not fathom the depth or width or breadth of his majesty.
And this great one, this holy one,
He holds us in the very center of his palm.
And He will withhold no good thing from us.
This is the promise He has given us as his children.
He is the God of miracles and healing and deliverance and unspeakable joy.
All He asks is that we give him the WHOLE of our lives.
The struggles and victories, the successes and failures, the wants and needs,
The great joys and deep sorrows...
And the hidden hopes and silent dreams that we are afraid to think about let alone
speak out.
And then He asks one more thing...
that we remember who HE is and that we not make him....
small.
Because He is anything but that.
So yesterday in my car at the corner of Chestnut and El Camino,
I unearthed a buried hope and sent it winging to heaven,
giving it back to the One who gave it to me, so He can do with it what He wants.
I have a whole list of hopes that I am unleashing today.
Prayers for Baby Moody #2, a petition for peace in Gaza,
that bountiful food and a new pair of shoes will find its way to
our sweet sponsored child  in Zimbabwe,
safety and provision for our refugee brothers and sisters in the Middle East
who are scared and on the run, unrelenting comfort for a grieving family in Missouri,
a good day for Scott and the boys, and the discipline to write another chapter.
Jesus promised to do more than we could possibly hope for or imagine.
I'm hoping big today.
And do you know what the craziest thing is?
Once you start putting your hopes in Jesus...it is kind of hard to stop.
So.....
what are you waiting for?

Monday, September 15, 2014

pumpkin sugar cookies because it is my mom's birthday

Today is my mom's birthday.
Happy Birthday, Mom!
I wish I was with her.
But I am celebrating from across the miles.
She is the best mom a girl could want.
I am in no way biased.
Besides loving me and my siblings and my dad like crazy,
she has made the world better just by being her.
She is creative, thoughtful, strong, loyal, funny and she bakes a mean apple pie.
When we almost lost her a year ago, one thing was abundantly clear
we needed more years with my mom.
And God in his mercy, answered our prayers.
Having her with us makes each birthday, each mother's day, each Christmas seem even
more special...if that is possible.
So in honor of my mom's mad baking skills, I am posting this recipe that I
found on Lauren's Latest.
Soft Glazed Pumpkin Sugar Cookies.
Can you say yum? Because they are!
The glaze is addictive...pumpkin goodness.
I found my kids trying to lick the extra glaze off the plate.
They were a hit last night at kid's church.
Try a batch and invite your mom over to share them or
if your mom lives far away, eat a plate in her honor,
then call her and tell her that you love her.
Because moms are the best.