tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612247844070044782024-02-19T06:14:39.877-06:00"That's Life!" w/Julie"That's Life!" w/Julie - Mad Funny with a Side of Thoughtful SnarkJulie Barnhillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015427786119906466noreply@blogger.comBlogger233125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261224784407004478.post-16248461481603193092015-06-05T10:36:00.001-05:002015-06-05T10:36:28.382-05:00Thoughts On What Lies Beneath the Duggar Story <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px;">
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“Hey, Jules! I saw your FB post on your reservations about the whole Duggar scandal and possible interview. I am right there with you on it. I was really reticent to watch. And there was a part of me that was like ‘enough already!’ However, I am a processor and you are one of the few people I know who will debate hard topics reasonably, so I really encourage you to watch the interview. (You don't have to tell anyone that you did.) <i class="_4-k1 img sp_KzR5XM7-sC1 sx_4f1287" style="background-image: url(https://fbstatic-a.akamaihd.net/rsrc.php/v2/ye/r/pDlbZpaIRLH.png); background-position: 0px -8058px; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto; display: inline-block; height: 16px; vertical-align: -3px; width: 16px;"><u style="left: -999999px; position: absolute;">smile emoticon</u></i> Think about it and then tell me what you think.”</blockquote>
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Hey, Sweet Friend! Just so you know, you're the first I've had any lengthy and measured conversation with regarding this matter. So here it is. Translation: I got's some things to say. I see multiple facets regarding all this:</blockquote>
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1. The entire Quiverful/Bill Gothard/Patriarchal system [with its underlying methodology adhered to; practiced; and disseminated by family’s such as the Duggar’s] which the Duggar ascribes is rife with flat out skewed practices, lack of sound theology, as well as [its] extra-biblical precepts and [skewed] take on sexuality sets the stage for disaster.</blockquote>
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2. The Duggar's decision to be on television—to remain on television year after year as their notoriety grew. You can't disdain the attention which you have courted. You just can't. If you have "this" (platform to propagate your worldview, faith, convictions), you're going to have "that" (intense scrutiny). We had [more than one thing] happen with more than one of our children and had we been approached within a year of [any one] of those events to be on the world stage of cable television, you'd better bet we'd said no in a heartbeat. In fact, we did just that as I was approached to do WifeSwap when my oldest (now 26) was 15-years or so. </blockquote>
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Yes, to each their own but, I do not and will never understand their decision to subject their son given the details they knew at the time to the possibility of exposure. [I’m not trying to kick them while they’re down, mind you, but truly, I can’t wrap my brain around that.] Are they really that naive? I don't think so.</blockquote>
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3. Doug Phillips & Bill Gothard. [Leaders/Overlords of Point 1’s methodology mess.] Creeps beyond compare, my friend. Kkkkkkkkreeeeeeeepy. Philips leading the Patriarch Brigade whilst ejaculating on the nanny (see, also—unfortunately, <a href="http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wnd.com%2F2014%2F04%2Fpastor-accused-of-using-nanny-as-sex-object-2%2F&h=-AQGf_Lf2&enc=AZO3swBBC0ZlsrrRsuTreiPazroyHcAfxIsxQeUyeCX-wH5wByWDMGehWkyVTh0nEnHWNG2q5lCG4SlGC76h0_xnOrvl6IuNczXtlUk-WgOSuYhGqci2gR6J3Qpj0ArTtG5ZToBXzUd2CmFNz2QHy4kR_OjK4vKp5IzkCt4g7xP89nrRAaiAnN8lexYco1sqhME&s=1" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">http://www.wnd.com/…/pastor-accused-of-using-nanny-as-sex-…/</a>); Bill Gothard feeding a foot fetish and abusing girl after girl after girl under his "covering of authority" and being removed [finally] from [appearance at least] leadership (see, also, unfortunately again, <a href="http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.washingtonpost.com%2Fnational%2Freligion%2Fconservative-leader-bill-gothard-resigns-following-abuse-allegations%2F2014%2F03%2F07%2F0381aa94-a624-11e3-b865-38b254d92063_story.html&h=bAQFagHbn&enc=AZOCjudKs4BsZxsjPUkgazFbdwnKmBQo11YYFQeYthtJ3n4dNRzTQMpnW0JE8Zb9mbSSomRTx5qcGBVzRU-wY_mkxnXM3qgppUEv1C8GmPadQfl_rriIoh7pL4L0bnn4D_35h9smE5fyqn4nOgEDFvzd17TSytQB7WU75hExPF2CLsSCzFT5oT0XyLPZ_n0bD-A&s=1" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">http://www.washingtonpost.com/…/0381aa94-a624-11e3-b865-38</a>b. It makes me want to puke.</blockquote>
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To me, this is the story beneath the story beneath the story which this particular subset of Christian culture doesn’t want to address: to whit, the entire structure which undergirds the flight [from worldly culture] philosophy of Quiverful and such is a sham. Faulty. Unscriptural in enumerable ways. But too often, the immediate response is to cry, “We’re being persecuted!” or something akin rather than address the stinkin’ faulty theology of it all.</blockquote>
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4. I listened to the first 15-minutes as my youngest wanted to view it [and have since listened to audio content of interview]. In those fifteen minutes, I heard both parents minimize/diminish what happened. "They weren’t even aware…" “ …to them they didn't probably even understand that it was an improper touch." Color me me profoundly doubtful. And angry as a woman and mother at the deflection of what happened to their daughters. [Transcripts can be found here: <a href="http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.foxnews.com%2Fshows%2Fthe-kelly-file%2Ftranscripts.html%23si%3D0&h=zAQFX0r1d&enc=AZNOSoxNRxZ1Z3XRvm3kPtoBY0J3_nKz9CPk1UT3-7DaludpFyi6M0v24FGg71vc28tQS3siIVhzYrzA-QR8f-8FDAi548SDVbH6W3Tv4YHEFRhfT8MA2IPHr379uOv1PDLp4eqmeiChALMkMcPwJs4EUvMqoHM8oJFB8v2n7O-yOetTCk77fPT9sKenFpSZmBk&s=1" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">http://www.foxnews.com/sho…/the-kelly-file/transcripts.html…</a>].</blockquote>
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I had no idea listening to these portions of interview and reading impossible-to-ignore New Feed Posts on Facebook would trigger a memory:</blockquote>
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When I was six-years old I had to sit across from a fellow first-grade student at the bus rider table. Every day he would push his foot between my legs. I was six-years old, yet, I felt dirty. I knew what he was doing was wrong and it made me feel bad. He wasn't my brother. I wasn't sleeping. I was in a room full of students and teachers and yet it happened again and again and I felt utterly helpless. I never told anyone—then or now, save my husband and children when I felt it was appropriate regarding their own safety and need for awareness. I was six years old and knew deeply within my conscious that what they little boy was forcing upon me was wrong and I did my best to avoid him on the playground and sundry classroom and lines to and from the restroom, lunch, and recess.</blockquote>
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I thought of all that as I listened to them speak those few minutes. [Mr. Duggar said, “It wasn’t like rape or anything…”] They are either insanely clueless or, well, I don't even know what else. I don’t even know where to put those words or perspectives.</blockquote>
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5. As I said previously, I do not want to hear cries of "We're being persecuted" in the middle of this--in the middle of their choosing to speak of the sexual molestation reveal. Yes, the world is becoming increasing aggressive toward Christ, the Cross, and Christians, but, for the love! What happened and the reason for their bowing [my assumption] to seeming pressure to speak was to address what happened in 2001 (both their son’s actions/inaction and repeat offenses in 2002, as well as their decisions as his parents). What has happened has had NOTHING to do with persecution.</blockquote>
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• It had to do with the decision to diminish Josh's conscious actions against siblings and a babysitter.</blockquote>
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• It had to do with the Duggar's family theology which considered sending him to a Bill Gothard-approved "work camp" to be appropriate counseling for the (lawful) crime against the girls involved as well as dealing with the (spiritual) sin. (As it turns out, he did neither—which claiming to have done so was disingenuous).</blockquote>
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• It had to do with a methodology/theology structure of sexuality not so many degrees off of the horrific ideology of polygamist Latter Day Saints (Warren Jeffs ‘stay sweet’) or extreme Muslim—i.e. Gothard & Phillips. Bill Gothard who is neither married (never has been) nor a parent. I’ll never understand people adhering to his schtick. Never. The female form covered, always, always covered, from earliest age. Modesty = biblical doctrine. Warnings to drop ones eyes when a worldly woman is spotted. (Does the same go for well-built man?) No touching, hand holding, kissing, before marriage?</blockquote>
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Honestly, my friend, it's insanity to me. In.SANE. How do you NOT get messed up messages and unclarified arousal and attractions with the extreme nature of all that? Oh for healthy sexual balance in all such things.</blockquote>
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And as far as your thoughts and concerns regarding Mrs. Duggar’s social/political comments regarding transgender restrooms and the vitriolic response this stirred within the LGTBQ community: to be frank, the LGTBQ matter doesn't even appear as a blip on my radar screen regarding all this. However, the Cult of Family, which I've seen mushroom within Quiverful methodology (and varying subsets) and those who follow it lock-step, does.</blockquote>
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I too appreciate our ability to maintain a thoughtful discourse on weighty matters and always strive to be reasonable with great measures of intellectual consideration and common sense. Something oft found wanting unfortunately.</blockquote>
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Warmly,<br />
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Julie Barnhillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015427786119906466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261224784407004478.post-67854189997150871812014-04-27T11:15:00.000-05:002014-04-27T11:15:04.483-05:00'Solace' Captiva, FL - October 12th-17th, 2014WEB SITE, REGISTRATION & PRICING SOON TO COME!!<br />
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This four bedroom house (Julie & Assistant room not shown) enjoys its own private heated pool (water temperature fixed at 85 degrees F). The large, screened pool patio is furnished with lounge chairs, an outdoor dining table, and a gas grill. A Guest Bath with double-size shower (serving Guest Room Twin) is accessible to Pool Patio as well.<br />
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A recent remodel provides luxurious amenities in the ultra-modern kitchen, bathrooms, and bedrooms. The house gives a sense of spaciousness inside and out, with the dense landscape plantings affording maximum privacy. The open kitchen has plenty of cabinets and work surface space, and room for congregating. We do love our congregating at Solace!<br />
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The wide, white beach of the Gulf of Mexico is just steps down the private, sandy, lane. Yet from this quiet location you have convenient proximity to the Captiva Village Center with outstanding restaurants (Mucky Duck anyone?!), unique shops, and fun activities.<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">Are you looking for Solace? If so, be encouraged as I'm pulling together a late-Summer, early-Fall getaway which is looking more and more likely to happen. Varying locale options: gorgeous non-Gulf front home </span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; text-align: center;">only short drive to beaches--enclosed pool and hot tub; townhouse only steps from Sanibel shore; and possible spot along the AL Gulf Shore should we choose to spread our shells and try.</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />Okay, you just have to know this is my Sweet Spot and the prospect of meeting those of you who are desperate for Solace, well, I'm sitting here in my still-cold-at-the-end-of-March living room writing and alternately smiling like a goofball; having heart palpitations; and getting a bit weepy. <i class="_4-k1 img sp_3p2u1o sx_693705" style="background-image: url(https://fbstatic-a.akamaihd.net/rsrc.php/v2/y7/r/y6L82CqWy8N.png); background-position: -216px -856px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; background-size: 314px 908px; display: inline-block; height: 16px; vertical-align: -3px; width: 16px;"></i><br /><br /><b><u>Initial Details (in progress):</u></b></span><br />
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<li><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">4, to (no more than) 8 women; possibly 3-days, most likely 5-days.</span></li>
<li><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"> Low-key "Stay and Savor" ambiance which allow you to exhale--perhaps for the first time in months, if not years.</span></li>
<li><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">Giving yourself over to the unforced rhythm of Restorative Respite via shelling, spiritual direction, laughter, good food, more laughter, more shelling and telling your story. </span></li>
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<li><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><b>Solace pricing will <i>NOT</i> include</b> airfare or rental car expense. (It's possible, given the intimate number of women attending that airport pick-ups may be a possibility. It'll depend on airport location and having a body other than my own [Julie] available to drive.) Depending on accommodation and parking availability there could be an add'l parking charge for said rental cars. All such details will be nailed down prior to event date. Airports include: Punta Gorda, FL; Tampa, FL; and Fort Meyers, FL.</span></li>
<li><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">Bike rentals as well as scooters and Segways are available for individual use on the Island.</span></li>
<li><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">Plenty of free time for you to discover the Island--again, "unforced"</span></li>
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Julie Barnhillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015427786119906466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261224784407004478.post-69203144714549733802014-03-05T10:05:00.001-06:002014-03-05T10:24:04.419-06:00"Sexy Jesus" Makes Me Cringe: Thoughts on Familiarity & Contempt <span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;">The familiarity by which our culture & at times, Church universal (all those who identify themselves as a follower of Jesus Christ), speaks of, regards, and portrays the Son of God leaves me at turns nauseous, profoundly s</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;">ad, and more than a bit apprehensive. Why my apprehension? I can't shake the insightful observation of the Apostle Mark (Mark 6:1-6) who noted the contemptuous familiarity by which the citizens of Nazareth regarded their hometown son, Jesus. </span><br />
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<br />Julie Barnhillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015427786119906466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261224784407004478.post-4822545417736387792014-01-09T16:37:00.000-06:002014-01-09T16:46:06.668-06:00Julie's Advice for "I Booked My First Gig!!" Speakers <span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">1. <b>The audience is for you.</b> Unless it's a crowd of 7th graders, then? well, it can get kinda ugly.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">3. <b>It's 45-60 minutes, not 72 hours.</b> You don't have to say everything, even if everything </span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">is stupendous.<br /><br />4. <b>Do what you need to do to prepare.</b> Me? I have to be alone prior to speaking; I can sit at a meal or table but much prefer not doing such when at all possible. I'm an extrovert par excellence but to nail it speaking wise I have to quiet my thoughts. I don't even like The Husband or my kids (good lord, NOT the kids) being around me. No talking is my preference and then.....*BOOM* I unleash it on the audience. <i class="_4-k1 img sp_8cfo8q sx_e0e75d" style="background-image: url(https://fbstatic-a.akamaihd.net/rsrc.php/v2/yg/r/iragtz1H48G.png); background-position: -187px -656px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; background-size: auto; display: inline-block; height: 16px; vertical-align: -3px; width: 16px;"></i><br /><br />5. <b>Wear NORMAL clothes. </b>Don't go get all JLo, or Sister Mary Katherine, or The Woman Who Knocked Off CATO. Unless you're normally JLo, Sister Mary Katherine, or a CATO knock-off.<br /><br />6. <b>Wear comfortable shoes.</b> If they're not, take them off prior to speaking. Or during, as has been the case a time or two in my life. If your feet hurt, well, your face is probably going to show it.<br /><br />7. <b>DO NOT use vocabulary words with which you're unfamiliar.</b> Stick to your usual street talk.<br /><br />8.<b> DO NOT listen to recordings of "The Speaker Who Most Intimidates Me In The Entire Freakin' World!!!!!!!"</b> It's hard to be authentically you when you're mentally judging yourself mid-point, "Geesh! Ann Voskamp would have NEVER settled for a 2 syllable word there!"<br /><br />9. <b>Don't do Power Point unless you're really, really, good with PP.</b><br /><br />10. <b>On second thought: don't do PP.</b><br /><br />10. <b>Just say, "Thank you," when a woman approaches you and say, "I enjoyed what you had to so much."</b> Don't apologize for not being "The Speaker Who Most Intimidates Me In The Entire Freakin' World!" Don't feel like you have to say, "To God be the Glory." I mean you can, because it's true but sometimes it's just a passive-aggressive Bible-ly way to say the aforementioned apology.<br /><br />11. <b>DO NOT listen to a recording of yourself.</b> Other speakers will disagree but seriously, it's your first gig. I say presume you did well unless the entire audience gets up and walks out. And even then, well, it could be "The Speaker Who Most Intimidates Me In The Entire Freakin' World" has set up a table selling his/her books across the street and just sent a tweet inviting everyone over for a signed *FREE* copy. <i class="_4-k1 img sp_8cfo8q sx_4a20ad" style="background-image: url(https://fbstatic-a.akamaihd.net/rsrc.php/v2/yg/r/iragtz1H48G.png); background-position: -289px -656px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; background-size: auto; display: inline-block; height: 16px; vertical-align: -3px; width: 16px;"></i><br /><br />* If the final tip doesn't make sense private msg and I'll help you out.<br /><a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/advice4speakers" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">#Advice4Speakers</a> <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/annvoskamp" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">#AnnVoskamp</a> <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/markdriscoll" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">#MarkDriscoll</a> <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/triedandtruewisdom" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">#TriedAndTrueWisdom</a></span>Julie Barnhillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015427786119906466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261224784407004478.post-83678313243822283282014-01-06T15:25:00.002-06:002014-01-06T15:25:15.997-06:00On A Not So Minor Midlife Crisis<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><b>I think I had a not-so-minor midlife crisis. </b>(Had, past tense). </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">My agent says it's been seven-years of me figuring out who I am including the five since I had a book published. (And she's still my agent, can you believe that? I do love my Esther.) </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">My husband would hazard a guess of <b>4.5 years of my being in a funk</b>. (Of which, about this time last year, he advised, "Get out of it." The man tries</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">, he truly tries.) :)<br /><br />And me? Well, all I know for sure is there's been some<b> pretty "meh" months and years </b>as (cliche alert!) dreams were shattered over and over again. Decidedly "in a funk" mentality of heart, mind, and spirit, as I grieved over said shattering and wrestled a mother of a parenting bear with The Teenager. Hard days, weeks, and months. Even more difficult nights wondering if any of it would turn out not awful.<br /><br />I resettled into our current home; took time to decorate--to be a Homemaker and did my best to create a safe haven for all of us to land in-between those <b>COPS-cringe worthy scenes</b> between parent/child; child/child.<br /><br />I had time to not write; time to not be "on deadline"; time to not chase airport concourses & gates; time to veg...oh, let me be not-so-minor crisis honest...<b>time to be inert.</b> Lazy. A toad.<br /><br />And it's been what I needed whether I knew I needed it or not.<br /><br />But I'm ready for something other.<br /><b>No, something familiar, yet new.</b><br />I'm ready to re-embrace the living proof details of My Former Professional Life; details which make it cackle with life and purpose.<br /><br /><b>I'm ready to be (again) who I've always been in the totality of life: An Entertainer.</b><br /><br />So here's to <b>writing funny.</b><br />Here's to <b>speaking funny.</b><br />Here's to developing "sets" and venturing into straight-up comedy.<br />Here's to making women l<b>augh so hard they snort</b>.<br /><br /><b>Here's to being me, again.</b> <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/midlifecrisis" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">#MidLifeCrisis</a> <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/funnyagain" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">#FunnyAgain</a></span>Julie Barnhillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015427786119906466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261224784407004478.post-5508605384568518282013-10-24T16:47:00.000-05:002013-10-24T16:47:49.653-05:00That's Life, Take 2 <span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;">So, I'm pulling details together and getting back on track when it comes to fresh & lively "That's Life!" w/Julie vblogs and (soon, and very soon) dedicated podcasting. Yay! Podcasts. As I get those details in-line, please enjoy archive postings. </span><a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/thatslifewjulie" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px; text-decoration: none;">#ThatsLifewJulie</a><br />
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Julie Barnhillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015427786119906466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261224784407004478.post-61540749106714000432013-09-27T08:16:00.002-05:002013-09-27T09:03:51.721-05:00I Don't Do Devotions<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Paging All Morning Devotions Rebels and/or Slackers!! </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Don't know about you but I've always been a Morning Devotions rebel--actually, I shudder at the term "devotions." Why? Too, too, too! prescriptive and scripted for my learning & teachi</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">ng style liking. Especially when said devos fall into a fill-in-the-blank booklet or, "What is God telling you to do, think, say, RIGHT NOW! pressure. Uh, "Put this devotion down while my blows up?" :)<br /><br />Nope. <br />Not.gonna.happen. (Just ask some of my college roommates.)<br />Hence the Slacker state of my mornings.<br /><br />I've found my focus groove over the years and know I learn, consider, and INHALE the teaching of Scripture and the application thereof, most effectively by the process of listening--note taking--and mulling thoughts that are magnificently deeper, broader, and challenging than the sad little manufactured response I feel pressured to scribble down on that blasted "fill-in-the-blank" line. :) </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">As such, I invite you to join me and Dr. Ravi Zacharias for ANYTHING BUT mundane, pedestrian, or dull. Plus, the compelling cadence and inflection of Dr. Z's voice is such that he could say, </span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /> "I love bologna sandwiches," <br /><br />And you'd be all, "Oooooh, that's deep." </span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /><a href="http://www.rzim.org/let-my-people-think-broadcasts/chariots-of-fire-part-1-of-2/">Devo Option That Won't Make Your Head Explode</a> - Let My People Think w/Dr. Ravi Zacharias</span>Julie Barnhillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015427786119906466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261224784407004478.post-82306726296779758682013-08-09T12:10:00.003-05:002013-09-27T09:17:28.021-05:00Dear Parent of a Teenager or Adult Child who has “Gone off the Rails”<br />
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In all likelihood, over the course of weeks, months, and
years, you've alternately felt, believed, and/or wondered one or more of the
following:<br />
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->I'm the crappiest parent on the face of the
Universe.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->It's my fault because I _____(fill in the
blank).<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->It's my fault because I didn't _____(fill in the
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->How could this happen? I (we), loved her; taught
him from his earliest days to respect and honor others; saw her choose to believe
in Jesus Christ; corrected & disciplined him when needed; lived out an
authentic faith before her; prayed for him; prayed for her; etc.,
infinity. <o:p></o:p></div>
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If you're there; here's some truth from a “been there” parent
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->You're not the crappiest parent on the face of
the Universe. I mean, seriously, who among us has done it all right, all the
time? The answer is: no one. NO one. So how ‘bout we all agree to stop
nominating ourselves for said award? And while we’re at it, stop nominating
others as well. <br />
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->It's my fault because I... Oh. My. Word. Can we
just give this a rest? Can YOU just give this a rest? See, you didn't do it all
right (see, also, 'crappiest parent'); you did--I did--we ALL did wrong
stuff--"less-than-what-was-best" stuff. Dumb stuff. Embarrassing
stuff. I get it. Now, let’s move on. <br />
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->I/You/We...yelled, lost our temper; shut-down
emotionally; worked too many hours; missed Scholastic Bowl; failed at
homeschooling; cussed; lost faith; bribed a toddler; fell asleep before their
curfew; etc., and infinity.<br />
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->I/You/We didn't...make our marriage work; earn
enough income to send him/her to special camps or private school; read to them
as little children; always, without fail, think before we spoke; make them go
to youth group; always know what to do--what to say--how to best handle a
difficult situation; etc., and infinity.<br />
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->I/You/We nostalgically review a nefarious
checklist which we somehow came to believe promised non-freak-out inducing
teenager and/or adult children. Nefarious enough on its own but when coupled
with ever-powerful "Christian" checklist details (i.e. praying for
child before they're ever conceived; church; scripture teaching; faith;
'Christian' discipline; determining proper movie/television viewing; etc.) and
a Child Going Off The Rails...well, it most often leads to the alternately
agonizing, desperate, and (if we're being truly honest) "This seems like
a rip-off" parental query: Where is
God?<br />
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If you're there; here's truth and “been there” parent (um,
that’s me, remember?) hope to keep you going:<br />
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->God hasn't gone AWOL on you or your child. He can’t.
His character won’t allow it. God's love is perpetual, unending, and eternal.
(Which, by the way, annoys the heck out of all ‘Going Off The Rails’ types.) <br />
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->None of this surprises God. Not one arrest. Not
one seemingly failed rehab. Not one hellacious verbal or physical altercation.
Not one lie, nor the hundreds after it. <br />
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->All of this moves the heart of God—even as you
worry yours has been hardened past the point of ever again softening toward the
child you have loved and warred for & with so desperately. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Symbol;"> </span>All the words you spoke into his/her life. All
the truth you instilled into his/her life. All the day-by-day teaching you
taught (and weren’t even aware of)…it’s all there. <br />
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Her memory. <o:p></o:p></div>
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His spirit. <br />
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Don’t despair, my friend, for I promise you this—as I’ve
seen its truth again and again in the lives of my own three children: God, who hasn’t
gone AWOL; who isn’t surprised; and whose heart moves always, always, and “thank-you,
sweet Lord!” A.L.W.A.Y.S. toward your child, even now is at work compelling
your Rail Jumper back to her senses and reminding him of his true identity
apart from all the garbage and mess through the power of His spirit and YOUR
spoken words and teachings. <br />
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It’s all there! A venerable “How to Live Life” treasure
trove of parental direction, commands, prayers, and love which can and will make
a difference in their life. <br />
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<i>"My [child], keep
your father's commandment, and forsake not your mother's teaching. Bind them on
your heart always; tie them around your neck. When you walk, they will lead
you; when you lie down, they will watch over you; and when you awake, they will
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Julie Barnhillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015427786119906466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261224784407004478.post-29234303522887018402013-08-01T08:29:00.002-05:002013-09-27T09:20:20.103-05:00Being There<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2ztm1I6Fd9z0-UE9nX_3RobevmLwkHDV4HoJyJS4i5BGL8Hp66riafpuRQvuvGBjrGzmGf13xQO-7IjdmwU14-jkoY9OV7WfyJQ54B_nNuvd7Z0JYTVtRhlzEjlBUfC3O0wHCGRWCh4/s1600/Stormy+FL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2ztm1I6Fd9z0-UE9nX_3RobevmLwkHDV4HoJyJS4i5BGL8Hp66riafpuRQvuvGBjrGzmGf13xQO-7IjdmwU14-jkoY9OV7WfyJQ54B_nNuvd7Z0JYTVtRhlzEjlBUfC3O0wHCGRWCh4/s320/Stormy+FL.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Thinking about periods of suffering, disconnect, and/or infirmities which most, if not all, of us face. Infirmities, you ask? Yes, infirmities with its succinct definition alluding to the frailty of our human condition. Be it physical, sexual, mental, or spiritual, we all come to an end of ourselves at some time or another as the result of our story or that of someone we love. </span><br />
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Julie Barnhillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015427786119906466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261224784407004478.post-88859555161092672852013-06-13T11:35:00.001-05:002013-06-13T11:35:28.823-05:00 On Toddlers and Tiaras: A Strong Opinion Post<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">SOA (Strong Opinion Alert): Toddlers and Tiaras should be pulled/banned. Parents of toddlers vying for tiaras should have their heads smacked--hard.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id=".reactRoot[3612660].[0][1][1]{comment10151635719175279_26656385}.[0].[0:1].[0].[0:1].[0].[0:0].[0][2].[0].[0:0]" style="background-color: #fafbfb; color: #4e5665; line-height: 14px;"><span id=".reactRoot[3612660].[0][1][1]{comment10151635719175279_26656385}.[0].[0:1].[0].[0:1].[0].[0:0].[0][2].[0].[0:0].[0:0]">The overt sexualization of these innocents is mind-boggling, nauseating, and just plain messed up (i.e. wrong). I've wondered time and time again how it--the entire pageantry toddler scene and sub-culture--isn't called out and shamed, yes, shamed, in s</span></span><span id=".reactRoot[3612660].[0][1][1]{comment10151635719175279_26656385}.[0].[0:1].[0].[0:1].[0].[0:0].[0][2].[0].[0:3]" style="background-color: #fafbfb; color: #4e5665; line-height: 14px;"><span id=".reactRoot[3612660].[0][1][1]{comment10151635719175279_26656385}.[0].[0:1].[0].[0:1].[0].[0:0].[0][2].[0].[0:3].[0]"><span id=".reactRoot[3612660].[0][1][1]{comment10151635719175279_26656385}.[0].[0:1].[0].[0:1].[0].[0:0].[0][2].[0].[0:3].[0].[0:0]">uch a manner as to bring it to an end. I'll go one opinionated step further...it's abusive; subjecting a toddler/young child to inappropriate, excessive, and improper treatment.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span id=".reactRoot[3612660].[0][1][1]{comment10151635719175279_26656568}.[0].[0:1].[0].[0:1].[0].[0:0].[0][2].[0].[0:0]" style="background-color: #fafbfb; color: #4e5665; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">I know some comments are made with tongue in cheek; yet, that's part of what troubles me the most regarding the broad conversation of parading toddlers in pageants. Somewhere along the RealityTV Roadway seemingly normal adults lost their minds--and conscience. Somewhere along the RealityTV Roadway toddler sensuality lost its vileness. God help us. It became "entertainment." </span><br id=".reactRoot[3612660].[0][1][1]{comment10151635719175279_26656568}.[0].[0:1].[0].[0:1].[0].[0:0].[0][2].[0].[0:1]" style="background-color: #fafbfb; color: #4e5665; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;" /><br id=".reactRoot[3612660].[0][1][1]{comment10151635719175279_26656568}.[0].[0:1].[0].[0:1].[0].[0:0].[0][2].[0].[0:2]" style="background-color: #fafbfb; color: #4e5665; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;" /><span id=".reactRoot[3612660].[0][1][1]{comment10151635719175279_26656568}.[0].[0:1].[0].[0:1].[0].[0:0].[0][2].[0].[0:3]" style="background-color: #fafbfb; color: #4e5665; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">Also, it'll be painful to watch (as it's nigh impossible to avoid due to all-things media) the world of hurt which is sure to land on the doorstep of the Thompson family and Alana. Did you know that was her name? Not Honey Boo-Boo, but Alana. And with each month she grows, with each month she 'ages' (ages!! for pete's sake!), with each month and year she takes on the natural and normal physicality of a grade-schooler, she (Alana) will lose the spotlight further and it will turn meanier and more callous than it already is. </span><br id=".reactRoot[3612660].[0][1][1]{comment10151635719175279_26656568}.[0].[0:1].[0].[0:1].[0].[0:0].[0][2].[0].[0:4]" style="background-color: #fafbfb; color: #4e5665; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;" /><br id=".reactRoot[3612660].[0][1][1]{comment10151635719175279_26656568}.[0].[0:1].[0].[0:1].[0].[0:0].[0][2].[0].[0:5]" style="background-color: #fafbfb; color: #4e5665; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;" /><span id=".reactRoot[3612660].[0][1][1]{comment10151635719175279_26656568}.[0].[0:1].[0].[0:1].[0].[0:0].[0][2].[0].[0:6]" style="background-color: #fafbfb; color: #4e5665; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">Yeah, I just threw up a little.</span>Julie Barnhillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015427786119906466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261224784407004478.post-61189330332803748502013-04-19T06:58:00.000-05:002013-09-27T09:25:44.013-05:00Lord Have Mercy. Christ Have Mercy. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Stalwartly perched across the side street adjacent to Prenger's IGA and St. John's Lutheran Church in my childhood home of Brunswick, MO, stands St. Boniface Catholic Church, a red bricked edifice testifying to the strong 1840 German stock of both community and Church membership.<br />
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St. Boniface intrigued me as a younger girl; especially on Saturday evenings. Church on Saturdays? It was an all-together unconventional consideration given my Methodist/Baptist denominational background. And yet I wanted nothing more than to go, to make my way into the Saturday mystery of St. Boniface. <br />
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My dad and mom, however, thought otherwise with their early junior-high aged daughter (i.e. "No mystery for you, Julie Ann, we're Protestant.") <br />
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And thus, I'd settle for an occasional Saturday evening grocery trip in which I'd wait outside my mother's car and gaze across the parking lot to the church. There I'd see well dressed school mates and parents milling about before Mass. I could spy with my junior-high eye school classmates (and twins) Mike and Mark Reichert decked out in dress slacks and button down shirts talking with my next door neighbor, our fellow classmate, and their first cousin, Lesa Reichert and her parents, Raymond and Mary Jane. Not far from them I'd see the all four Johnson girls--one being my best-friend forever, Cindy--and their sweet, kind, mother, Joan. Who were, by the way, directly related to Mike, Mark, and Lesa. <br />
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I'd while away the minutes watching interactions of countless other friends, classmates, parents, teachers, and community leaders and count down the time until I could enter through those tall white doors and discover for myself the Saturday evening mystery.<br />
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And so obliged the Missouri Department of Motor Vehicles a few short years later as Cindy rode with me to that same IGA parking lot and then escorted me through those same doors. It's been far too long ago for me to accurately recall my initial responses, but this I remember, everything: the sounds, the feel, the process seemed entirely foreign and other until a portion of the liturgy when priest and worshippers engaged in the thoughtful response.<br />
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Priest: "Lord have mercy."<br />
Members: "Christ have mercy."<br />
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Six words. Yet, something resonated deep within my 16-year old soul. Something drew me to the holiness of God--the presence of God--the mercy and kindness of God.<br />
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Six words. The same six words I've found my 47-year old soul repeating time and time <i>and time again </i>at the end of this an all-together unmerciful week.<br />
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<b>International Terrorism Comes to America</b><br />
<i>Lord have Mercy.</i><br />
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<span class="entry-title"><b>AP: Surviving Boston bomb suspect identified as Dzhokhar A. Tsarnaev, 19, of Cambridge, Mass</b></span><br />
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<b>Texas Rocked By Fertilizer Plant Explosion</b><br />
<i>Lord have Mercy.</i><br />
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<b>Gosnell Witness: 'I Heard Ten Babies Breathe'</b><br />
<i>Christ have Mercy. </i><br />
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<b>North Korea Missile Launch: Day 14</b><br />
<i>Lord have Mercy.</i><br />
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<b>Galesburg teen dies after rollover crash</b><br />
<i>Christ have Mercy. </i><br />
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<br />Julie Barnhillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015427786119906466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261224784407004478.post-5229776570238772212013-04-10T21:46:00.000-05:002013-09-27T09:27:36.169-05:00What a Girl Wants. What A Girl Needs. <br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">This question, as posed by Pastor Ed Underwood in his book, When God Breaks Your Heart, brought me up short last night and I've yet to shake it. <br /><br /><b>"What is that you most want from Me...?" </b><br /><br />When I awoke, I was thinking about it. <br /><br />As I ambled through a local candle shop with a friend, I mulled it over. <br /><br />While preparing Italian beef sandwiches smothered in Provolone cheese for The Husband the question begged to be answered. <br /><br />Again and again throughout the day--and now into late evening, I've considered, unpacked, and pondered where I've been (or <i>not been</i> as has been the case more and more frequently) when it comes to serving Him and following Him in the totality of my life the past few years. Given said considerations, these wants--<b>these <i>desperate</i> wants</b>--seem most paramount in getting back to a place a serving. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">* <b>ENERGY* </b>(i.e. physically, mentally, spiritually, relational, creatively): </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">However you choose to define it, be it "the doldrums," "finding oneself in a funk," or some hormonal "Oh! My Ovaries!" menopausal weariness, the truth is I've been one whooped estrogen puppy these past 3.5 years. <br /><br />I've dealt with depression in years past and this hasn't been depression--it's been something entirely "other." A compilation, no doubt, of several life-change/family-change decisions which didn't necessarily work out the way I imagined they would, parenting demands & worries (yes, I worried) that knocked me on my rear, and the inability to complete a book manuscript resulting in its cancellation. </span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br />Yep. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">One whooped estrogen puppy was I. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Am I. <br /><br /><i>Jesus, I want energy--restorative energy which reaches the undone places of my body, mind, spirit, heart, relationships, and creativity. </i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Creativity. Oh, Jesus! joy-robbing disappointments, weariness and loss, shriveling ovaries, aging parents and mid-speaking event phone calls from 'local authorities' have run the Creativity Ship aground but good. I'd love it if you'd do something about that--you being the Captain of my Soul and all. <br /><br /><b>*FOCUS, JULIE, FOCUS.* </b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">It's probably not surprising given the energy matter; but boy-how-dee! where did my laser intensity run off to? (probably moored nearby that Creativity Ship.) </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">A couple years back, a woman who knows me well asked, "Where's the Julie that used to call with book ideas and couldn't wait to teach the newest bits of scripture she had studied?" </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /><br /><b><i>She gone.</i> </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">But here's the deal...</span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">I don't think it'll stay that way.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">In fact, I know it won't. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><i>Jesus, I want back the ability to see "The One Thing" that brings you pleasure in my writing and teaching. </i></span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Leaning Lamp of G'burg </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leaning Lamp Leveler </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Kitchen Threw Up, Again</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Every Thing Has Its Place...On the Dresser</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No Comment. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"What Not To Dye" or, Channeling My Inner Stacey London</td></tr>
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<br />Julie Barnhillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015427786119906466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261224784407004478.post-37110098214887771802013-03-26T11:13:00.004-05:002013-03-26T11:16:41.792-05:00Behind the Book & Author<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">*Full-disclosure primer on books, ideas, success, speaking, falling flat on your face, insecurity, Christian competition (gasp!) and doing this writing/speaking thing all over again--</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and again. </span></i><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><i><br /></i>Given the recent 359 million dollar lottery winner announcement, I humbly submit the following: <br /><br />In years past, I (and my marriage) suffered from the effects of C.F.F. (Chronic Financial Failure) and I wrote a book about it back in 2001--published in 2002: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Til-Debt-Do-Part-Conflicts/dp/0736908994">Til Debt Do Us Part</a><br /><br />In the spirit of aforementioned disclosure, I confess it's not one of my favorite projects. In fact, I've likened it to a non-quandary moment most dads and moms won't admit to (out loud, anyway); and here it is: let's say you have to pick one of your children to go stay away at camp for 6, 8, even, 12-weeks.....(no-brainer pause)...for some of us the choice would be a snap. I'm just sayin. (And you know it's true!)<br /><br />That's how I feel about 'Til Debt.' If I had to send one of my ten book titles away on sabbatical, well, tag! it'd be it. Hindsight, I wish I'd listened to The Husband who said again and again, "I'd wait on this, Julie." Hindsight, I wish I had admitted how the events of September 11th sent me into a spiritual tailspin; into depression; into a non-creative chasm for weeks and weeks. Hindsight I wish I would have said aloud what I dared only to whisper: "Why does this book matter when our entire country is a terrorist target?!"<br /><br />But I didn't listen. I didn't wait. I didn't speak aloud. Instead, I rushed forward with a one-book-under-my-belt-new-author mentality; determined to land another publishing contract before editors and publishers lost interest or the world itself imploded as did those two towers.<br /><br />It's not a bad book, mind you. It's simply one written "in the middle" of experience and as such there are scathingly vulnerable admissions which sorta knock me on my rear upon reading ten+ years later. When doing just that (re-reading), I'm left intermittently laughing out loud (yes, I'm a dork and I make myself laugh), gasping in response to some audacious emotional/relational reveal, and giving thanks for 'Til Debt's book spawn presence despite the job--for better or for worse--I did raising & writing it.<br /><br /><b>What about you? Are there any specific things you'd "re-do" or "not do" in light of what you know now or, given the perspective of time? </b></span>Julie Barnhillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015427786119906466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261224784407004478.post-39833592254981663232013-02-19T16:11:00.004-06:002013-02-19T16:11:33.283-06:00*Updated* Most Popular Speaking Topics<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cantarell, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie loves pouring her years
of hard fought parenting experience into the lives of parents everywhere. If
you're tired of formulaic delivery; weary of cliché' Christian do and don't
lists and promises for creating the perfect child (um, there is no such child!)
which has left you more than a bit cynical and/or feeling like a parental
failure...take heart! Julie brings a much needed dose of honesty, personal
struggle and failures, and uncompromising belief that you can find lasting
change & joy for your heart and home. Lives and families have been saved both
literally and figuratively as a result of Julie's brazen honesty and
unapologetic commitment to saying what goes unspoken.</span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cantarell, serif;"> </span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Cantarell","serif";"><br />
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Gonna Blow! Real Help for Moms Dealing with Anger</span></u></strong><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cantarell, serif;"><br />
Real help for moms, as well as foster parents, dads, and caregivers of children,
dealing with the rewarding, yet challenging, task of parenting. Julie offers
large doses of humor and practical strategies for coping with the big emotions
of anger sometimes evoked by the small (and big!) people in your life. You'll
appreciate her bold & honest style of communication as you discover lasting
and joyful change in your family's life. </span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cantarell, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">* <span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Mt. Momma
101: What's Your Volcanic Style of Erupting?</span><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cantarell, serif;">*
Underground Issues Factoring Into Your Frustration & Anger * The
Influential Reality of Depression and Why You Needn't Be Ashamed * How to
Know When You've Gone Too Far (Recognizing Verbal, Physical, & Spiritual
Abuse) * Practical Strategies For A More Peaceful Life<br />
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As a mom, you get a lot of advice. TV shows, magazines, friends, your mother
(and mother-in-law) are all telling you the best way to raise your kids. But
all this well-meaning counsel can paralyze you. Enough already!
Unapologetically raucous and refreshingly relevant, Julie gives you 10-non-negotiables
to help you stand firm and be the mom. With a sharp wit, she offers a dose of
reality and a healthy way to step up and be the mom. </span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cantarell, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">* <span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Who's the
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Like You Mean It * Delight in Your Perfectly Ordinary Child * Humor
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<strong><u>Confessions of An Imperfect
Mother</u></strong><br />
You can't have Oreos without a glass of cold milk and where would SpongeBob be
without Patrick? Alas, some things just go together and all too often (let's
say most often, shall we) motherhood is accompanied by the overwhelming,
sometimes debilitating, emotion of guilt and second guessing. Julie explores
guilt's multiple layers and gives audiences real help leading to grace and
freedom. </span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cantarell, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">* <span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Recognizing What You've Done Right </span><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">*</span></span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cantarell, serif;">Distinguishing True Guilt from False Guilt *
Living a<span class="apple-converted-space"><i> </i></span><em>Relatively</em><span class="apple-converted-space"><i> </i></span>Guilt-free Parenting Life</span><b><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cantarell, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><u>Running After Jesus: No Reserves. No Retreat. No Regret.</u> </b><br />
<i>(Best as a 2-4 session event)</i> What would it be like to have your
heart, mind, soul, and strength so intent on knowing Jesus and following Him
that nothing--no circumstances, no person, no feelings, no fear--could stop
you? That's how Jesus taught us to live (Matthew 22:37) and it's the starting
place for Julie's challenging, inspiring call to passionate discipleship. To
Christian women who hunger for more in their lives, she offers honesty,
intensity, a touch of humor, and lots of solid teaching/training. According to
Julie, it may be time--way past time, in fact--to get serious about following
hard after Jesus. Serious about weeding out sin in our life and standing up to
those who may belittle our spiritual intensity. Serious about affirming
fundamental truth but being willing to try something fresh. And serious about
inviting Christ into the totality of our lives. Julie urges spiritually hungry
and spiritually ambitious women to actually do what they're longing to do--to
throw themselves into their walk with Jesus. To quit playing games with
personal holiness and begin displaying the radiance that comes from following
after an irresistible Savior with no reserves, no retreat, and no regret.<br />
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<b><u>Permission to Exhale: It's Time to Admit That Following Jesus Isn't
Always Easy</u></b><br />
Is there an area (or areas) of your life in which you have no peace? In which
you sense no peace? Have you ever faked feeling or sensing such peace when in
fact you felt nothing? Have you ever felt undone? frazzled? or perplexed as a
Christian? as a woman in search of truth regarding Jesus and who He says He is? "<i>I
have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you
will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." </i>John
16:33<br />
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<b><u>Amos 3:5: It's Time to Quit Playing Games with Personal Holiness</u></b><br />
An entire session (or weekend!) on the subject of holiness? You betcha. Julie
opens up her life and experience regarding dark places of willful sin and God's
relentless (and, yes, fearful) pursuit of holiness in her life. Let's consider
how God is "set apart" from all other gods--cultural and religious,
and examine how we should then live. As we do such, we'll enter into the world
of Brave Admissions and identify specific areas in which we are currently
struggling and/or refusing to set aside in order to live a life "set
apart." Many of us are in fact being held hostage to unholiness--and now
is our time to seek God for freedom. But we have to want said freedom. We have
to choose to let go of what is killing us. And when we do just that--want and
choose--it will be the resurrection power of the Holy Spirit who redeems,
restores, and brings dead things to life within us. <i>"Come back to
your senses as you ought, and stop sinning; for there are some who are ignorant
of God--I say this to your shame."</i> ~1 Peter 14:16<br />
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<b><u>Grandma & The Blessed Hope</u></b><br />
Did you grow up hearing about or being taught anything regarding the Return of
Jesus Christ--i.e. "The Blessed Hope"? If not, how does the subject
matter and spiritual reality thereof strike you? Odd? Comforting? Silly? True?
There are few prophetic matters of Scripture which Julie enjoys teaching and
proclaiming more than: "waiting for our blessed hope, the appearing of the
glory of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ." Don't worry! Julie
doesn't claim to know the exact date or time. Whew. But she does teach with
unapologetic confidence the reality of His return on the day/night God the
Father determines. Until then, Julie will cheer men and women everywhere to
thoughtfully examine the Scriptures which tell us what lies ahead; to see world
events through the "frequency & severity" lens of Matthew 24,
Luke 21, and Old Testament books of Ezekiel, Daniel, & Isaiah; and to live
every moment expecting to see Him face-to-face. <i>"Now, </i>when<i> these
things begin to take place, straighten up and raise your heads, because your
redemption is drawing near." </i>Luke 21:28. <i>"I </i>will <i>come
back."</i> John 14:3<br />
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<b><u>Scandalous Grace</u></b><br />
Each one needs a lavish dose of God's scandalous, chartreuse colored, grace!
With tender vulnerability and uncompromising challenge, Julie joyfully
initiates her listeners to the crazy, unpredictable, and scandalous--that is,
the shocking, extreme, and outrageous grace of God toward women. It's for those
who aren't perfect, and for those who may feel they are a grave disappointment
to God and others due to their weight, lack of talent, mental acuity, sexual
mishaps, tarnished past, and stubbornness. Whew! That would cover about anyone
and everyone! Scandalous Grace is all about wrapping our minds around the
preposterous nature of divine grace, embracing it for ourselves, and then
extending it to those around us. <i>"In Him we have redemption, and
forgiveness of our sins according to the riches of His grace which He has
lavished on us in Christ Jesus." </i>Ephesians 1:7<br />
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<b><u>Radical Forgiveness</u></b><br />
With her trademark delivery of "practical girlfriend theology" (sass,
liberal doses of "been there" honesty, and relentless truth) Julie
challenges audience to consider and ACCEPT the atoning power of Divine rescue
and absolution. During our time together we’ll consider the following: *Why
Forgive? (what's the big deal anyway?) *What Forgiveness Isn't *What
Forgiveness Is (as defined by the Master Forgiver) *Who Do I Forgive? *How Do I
Forgive the Unforgivable? *What's In It for Me? *What Happens If I Don't?
*Speaking Truth <i>"Just as the Lord has forgiven you, you also
should forgive." </i>Colossians 3:13<br />
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<b><u>The Fragrance of LIFE</u> </b><br />
Has a particular perfume or aromatic fragrance ever sent your heart and mind
tumbling back to a specific memory or person? Your first kiss (he was wearing
Calvin Klein, Eternity)? Sitting in the kitchen of your grandmother's home
while scrumptious scents emanated from a crowded stove top and the gently
rising confections within the oven? Ah, the sweet, compelling, effervescent,
eternally awakening, power of fragrance! Julie's powerful message will change
the hearts and lives of audiences as she boldly teaches and lovingly encourages
women to live their lives according to the aromatic truth found in the New
Testament book of 2 Corinthians, verses 14 and 15: <i>"Through us, he
brings knowledge of Christ. Everywhere we go, people breathe in the exquisite
fragrance. Because of Christ, we give off a sweet scent rising to God . .
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<br />Julie Barnhillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015427786119906466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261224784407004478.post-52607585184917922512013-01-15T16:14:00.002-06:002013-01-15T16:14:26.428-06:00God's Got This<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Not convinced? Eh, I've been there too. But go ahead and repeat after me: "God's got this." </div>
Julie Barnhillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015427786119906466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261224784407004478.post-72632274162373711122013-01-08T14:55:00.000-06:002013-01-08T14:55:08.686-06:00New Years Irritations<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I know, I know, it's only eight days into the month. Smile. </div>
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Julie Barnhillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015427786119906466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261224784407004478.post-63467783861751241902012-12-14T12:57:00.002-06:002012-12-14T12:57:34.861-06:00To Tell The Truth<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">A Christian woman's thoughts on this horrific morning (Connecticut School Shooting): </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">When horrific things happen: school shootings, natural disasters, etc., why do Christians seem so quick to pipe up with, “This is why...,” or, “This is what happens when....” To tell the truth, these statements make me cringe. Shake with umbrage. And trigger a vomit reflex not unlike the precipitating horror. Why do Christians—Christians not</span><br />
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involved in said horror; Christians without loved ones involved in said horror; Christians far off, removed, and without any clue as to what is going on save CNN, Fox-News, or TwitterFeed, always seem to have a “Thus Saith Me the Prophet” thing to say? To denounce the spiritual state of a grieving populace—community—state--nati<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"></span>on--continent with self-subscribed Oracle of Spiritual Discernment?<br /><br />I don’t get it.<br /><br />To tell the truth, I want to scream at them—shake them and bellow, “Shut up! For the love of kindness—tenderness—grace—of freaking propriety shut the hell up.” Why do Christians—North American, post-modern culture Christians—do this? It comes across as small. Souless. Ineffective. What’s the point in speaking—writing—tweeting such opinions right then--right now? Will they resurrect the dead? Breathe life back into the lungs of a man, woman, or child? Will they—in their immediacy—imbue spiritual hope? Christ hope? into the sorrowful cries of those affected? To tell the truth, I don't think so. #ToTellTheTruth</div>
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