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Hey there. I have a question. Several times now I've been publicly shamed in the chatrooms for not paying the $24 per year. I enjoy the fellowship, but my four kids and I live in poverty and all of our bills are paid to the dollar. Every month we are in the negative when it comes to even buying...

I am a single mom of four beautiful kiddos. I love the Lord with all of my heart, but I was abused and abandoned by my former husband five years ago. Someday I would love to date again, but with four children I feel like no man would ever date me. I am a joyful, adventurous, happy go lucky woman...

One very important thing I have learned in parenting and from my childhood: Just because your child has a different style/personality/likes/dislikes than you, doesn't make it wrong. :) Abbie was holding my hand at a farm tour yesterday, and she said, "Mommy, why is it that when you're not...

When I was a little girl, my family lived in a rural area of Ohio. We had five acres of land flanked by corn fields and railroad tracks on all sides. I was in love with nature, as I have always been, and really believed that trees were alive and had personalities and feeling just like people do...

A little white-out bottle, That sits upon my desk, Has just one tiny problem: She covers for the rest. When others make mistakes, And leave such disarray, My little white-out bottle, She makes it go away! She works, and works and works, And does what others don't, But when she needs the help...

My book's already written, My plot's already set. Upon a cross of torture, My life long needs were met. I hung onto the failing, I grappled to the vain, I jollied in the pleasures, I suffered from the pain. As I lay sick and dying, My body wrecked from sin, A hand from Heaven touched...

Forlorn, forsaken dusty road, She forced her feet to tread, And dabbed a troubled, tear-stained face, Her heart consumed with dread. With shoulders hunched beneath a load, Of sins she often fed, She lived a life devoid of grace, 'Til hope had all but fled. This little lamb, though she was lost...

I wear the mask, But I'm crumbling I bear this load But I'm stumbling A bleeding soul You will not see It's easy being all But me Within these perfect little lies We carve a phantom of our lives So no one cares Yes, no one knows Of painful scars Or hurtful blows Why shouldn't we just wear a mask...

"SecondHandHippie is a Beacon of Light" and there are like six green bars? What does it mean?!? LOL

But my kids are my world, and I love them so much! Hey everyone, so I am a single mom of four kiddos. I have been married twice. My first husband was Russian and was very abusive in every way imaginable. We had to run from him with our lives. I married him young. I had never dated before him...

Hey everyone, so I am a single mom of four kiddos. I have been married twice. My first husband was Russian and was very abusive in every way imaginable. We had to run from him with our lives. I married him young. I had never dated before him, and no one had ever explained domestic violence to...

August, 2013 My daughter is going on day eight of a long hospitalization. I finally managed to take a hot shower tonight, however at one point I found myself wasting a great deal of hot water while staring blankly at a wall. It took me a while to realize what I was doing. I finally woke up out...

Broken, bruised beneth the stones, I traveled through my pain alone, When then I managed to crawl out, And turned my head to look about. The sky was grey and wet with tears, My body taxed by many years. The bitterness I kept inside, My hurt, my shame, my tears to hide. I pushed myself to act...

I was riding solo in the HOV lane on my way back from Children's. I wonder if anyone called the HERO number to report me. I wonder if they realized that my body was so used to having at least one sweet, chubby-cheeked kid staring at the back of my head that I was oblivious to the fact that I was...

Of life. Of death. His death. My life. His life. My death. To sin. To shame. Of life. Of death. Christ's death. My gain. He is Jesus. He was risen again, The salvation of men, He is Jesus. He is faithful. Though my world is ablaze, My commitment a maze, He is faithful. He is...

I'm happy in the trials that the Lord has brought to me, His hand has gently held me in the things I've had to see. Though others see my trials as a beating from bellow, And I can see the reasons why they've come to think this so, I've learned to take the heartache that the devil throws my way...

He breaths the wind And it blows To stir the earth To nudge the waves to and fro Mighty are his gentle hands So matchless So scarred To shape the lives of common man Sometimes I ask to empty skies Where proof is Where truth lives Still searching for a Thomas sign But do I need to see the scars...

Yesterday, I had some praise and worship music blasting in the house while I was cleaning. The front door was open since it was sunny. Emma (one of my daughters with special needs who cannot walk) was sitting in the doorway, dancing and really getting into the music. Suddenly she stopped and...

Two feet, Dancing perfectly in time, With the sounds of life. A song wells up, From a little heart. A dance is made, From little toes, And hands stretched high, In joyful praise. Her eyes are closed, Her smile bright, Her curls sway, To music sweet. In her heart, She moves her feet, And dances...

A poem written after doctors encouraged me to abort my daughter Naomi because of her sever medical condition. My daughter, Such sweet cheeks of fluff, And toes that softly wiggle, How could a mother stop a life, And never hear a giggle? My daughter, When you were so small, And warm inside my...