Do you know one of the things I absolutely LOVE about God? It’s that He uses simple things to confuse the wise.

Let’s talk turkey.  Life is difficult. However, our God is bigger than “difficult.”

I recall one day when I was a single mom, someone came up to me and commented, “Pam you used to be funny.” And my reply was, “Well, life used to be funnier.”  Sound familiar?

Storms happen. In Oklahoma, we are very familiar with tornadoes that rip houses from their foundations. They leave a trail of debris and piles of rubble. They forever alter the landscape.

On my social media feeds my sweet friends have been posting the most adorable pictures of their children’s first day of school.

I’ve recently visited with a number of moms who are feeling anxious about their children starting preschool.  I remember when Jason started prekindergarten.

For the past eleven years, I’ve had the immense joy to be the Friday night and Saturday afternoon keynote speaker for the Survive ‘N’ Thrive conference.

If you read my first blog post, “Where it all started,” you have some idea the magnitude of trouble I found myself in financially. 

I discovered something last week.  I’m a creature of habit and stuck in a rut of doing life the same way every day

I have been transferring old VHS tapes to our computer recently. It’s been fun looking back and remembering high school, college, and when the kids were little.

Are you sharing custody of the kiddos?  How’s it working?  Rarely do I hear someone say, “It’s going fantastic.  I LOVE this!”  Any why is that?

I attended Survive ‘N’ Thrive two summers after my divorce was final. At that point, I was done crying, had found my way back to Christ and I was looking

I love the image of Moses in the Bible holding the Ten Commandments after God emblazoned them on stone tablets at Mount Sinai. God put them in his hand to pass along to the Israelites.

Being a single mom is hard. Sometimes it feels like it’s “me against the world.” And it especially feels like that when that “irregular” person in your life

Part one – Where it all started. More than decade ago, I was suddenly left with an 18 month old baby and my husband’s son from a previous marriage.

Happy Easter, friends. We’re about to celebrate the death, burial and resurrection of Christ.  Unless you’re a biblical scholar, most of us haven’t begun to scratch the surface of what all that means to us as a follower of Christ. But one day, we will see the full scope.

It’s not that I can’t get to the serving dish on the top shelf.  I could – if I want to take the time to drag the step ladder into the kitchen and climb up and down.  It’s not that I’m incapable of pumping my own gas on a cold and rainy evening, opening the jar of sauce when the lid is too tight, or carrying out the trash.  I could do all those things – or I can give my son practice in the art of chivalry.

Here’s something that might be helpful for moms walking through the joys and challenges of the holiday season. Why not draw up a “Ten Commandments” rulebook in what you “will” and “will not” allow? After all, we can predict how we handle the future by what we create today.