• Not Giving Up…

    My biggest fear is missing the point. I’ve let go of a lot of my fears. In case you’ve just always assumed I’ve been fearless, just read this post entitled, Giving Up…Fear. I believe there are healthy fears and unhealthy fears. Unhealthy fears would be all those irrational thoughts that become fears when you drop off your kid for the first time at school, like aliens are going to attack and you will have been right about your awful feeling of going back to work and not staying home and shielding your children from those awful alien attacks. That is an unhealthy, and unrealistic fear driven by guilt. Your guilt…

  • Raising up Daughters

    What are we teaching our kids? What are we telling that next generation? How are we raising up our daughters? What are we telling them to believe about themselves? I have the privilege of raising a daughter. From the time I was little I wanted to be a mom and have a daughter of my own. I wanted her to have blonde hair, blue eyes, and be named Allison, because that was the coolest name that belonged to all the cool girls in the 80s and 90s. I did get blue eyes, and although her hair has ranged from dark brown at birth to blonde to somewhere in between now,…

  • Hell and a Hand Basket

    I threw a party the other day and no one came. No, seriously. Not a single soul. So, what do two friends who showed up to a party when no one else did do…? We threw our own party. And it was quite fun! Now I don’t say these things for you to be like ‘oh poor, Wendy, she has no friends.’ No. Not true. I have plenty of friends. I’m not lonely. I’m not gonna go start singing on a French dock of my struggles in hopes of being turned into an award-winning musical. (Is that how Les Misérables goes…I’ve never seen it). No. I’m a big girl, and…

  • She’s Got Gumption! Episode 10, The Trilogy that is Wendy’s Story (aka Part 3)

    A long time ago, in a town far, far (well, maybe not that far,) away lived a Wendy on a farm…This is her story. Maybe it’s not that epic, but it is the third part of my story, Wendy J Olson, and how we came to be where we are and what we are doing here in Fort Worth, Texas. In this week’s episode I talk about some hard truths that Jesus laid on me a couple years ago and the hard truths He’s been laying on me since. I walk you through what was the end of our journey working in anti-trafficking for two years, our not wanting to…

  • Noonday Collection Review!!

    Hi my name is Wendy and I buy cheap clothes. I don’t buy cheap accessories as they make my skin irritated and turn green, but clothes? The cheaper the better. I know I’m not alone in this and it’s not even that I’m just not aware. Oh, I’m totally aware my duds are the product of some overworked, underpaid child with small hands and an endless work ethic. When I was in high school my mom decided to go on a “I’m not buying anything made in China” kick. Oh yea. Try that one on for size. I swore as soon as I left the house and got my own…

  • Giving Up…Expectations.

    We’re different. I get it. I’ve fully accepted that about us. As a family, we’re not kind of weird, we’re like straight up weird. Even the weirdos think we’re weird. I’m ok with that. I’ve settled in. It’s our thing and we wear it well. But I have a hard time remembering that I really don’t care what other people think, especially when it comes to parenting and raising these weirdos. This week we started homeschooling again. We took a few weeks off while my son was gone and decided to get right back into the swing of things. Get em while they’re young. And fresh. So of course, that…

  • Privileged.

    I live a privileged life. I had no idea. No one ever told me. I just figured this was the way it was. And then I met people not like me. And I read about these people. And I studied them. I even met some in person. And they weren’t even from a different country or some faraway land where actual poor people live. No, they were my neighbors, and they became some of my friends. I’m a white girl from Long Island, New York. Now before you get all judg-y and think we lived in some big mansion on the island next to Gatsby, let me turn this ship…

  • They Said Having Kids Would be Fun…

    My favorite part about being a mom is that I’m shaping and molding a young mind, and it’s all up to me. Consequently, that is also the most terrifying part about being a mom. I mean clearly my kids are gonna be on a therapist’s couch one day, talking about how every night at 8pm mom would yell at them to “Go to Bed!” I blame Freud. That guy. What an a-hole. He blamed his mother for everything. Who gave that guy his first accreditation into the world of psychology. I mean why do we even know that mother-loving weirdo anyway…? So here I sit, one day after having visited…

  • Lines, Bubbles, and Zones

    As Americans we like things neat and tidy and orderly. We like our churches in buildings, our kids in schools, our poor to be dressed in rags and live in foreign countries, and we like lines. Party lines, denomination lines, and/or geographical lines. Take your pick. We happen to think we stopped drawing segregation lines in the sixties but go to any small town in any state and you’ll still find the “black-side of town.” So, what does that really say about us? Well, I don’t know about you, but I know what that says about me… I sure do live in a bubble of my own making. God has…

  • Wrestling + Disappointment

        Being a Christian sometimes means being a glutton for punishment. The more you dig in, the more you get dirt on your hands. The more dirt you get on your hands, the more you realize, sometimes life is shit. The word of the week is: Disappointment. I had this word in my head, and then a day or two later, my husband voiced the word I had been dwelling on. We’re just…disappointed. This is nothing new. We’ve been here before. We all have. But this time it is something even more beyond our control. Something big, and worse, abstract. I’m talking about the American church. We’ve had such…