Mama Always ~ L.A. Brown, Author

Its a battlefield out there, and we're on the front lines. For most of us, not literally...bullets whizzing by, ieds hidden, waiting for the slightest touch. No, the battlefield I'm talking about is the one in our own backyards. The one that Christians find themselves in every day. Its not enough that we are lambasted and bombarded by those who believe we are archaic in our thinking. Too narrow to believe that anyone should live their lives as they desire. So bent on following an "ancient book of rules, written by women haters and violent men," that we can't see that the world has evolved, but the unseen, the demons, are rubbing their gnarled hands in great delight. When we give in to the mindset of the world, its another victory for evil to advance. When we turn our eyes away from something that we know is wrong, without stepping up or at least addressing it, maniacal laughter erupts from those who are ready to disrupt or destroy our testimony. That's a p

I'm hearing a lot of folks saying that "things will never be normal again," or "that's not normal," but really, what is normal? I was challenged on that question yesterday and I figured its a good time to sit down and communicate again to all of you. I know, I'm hit or miss, but in all fairness, my normal life has been a bit taxing lately. So, what is normal? To me, normal is my husband heading to work five days a week while I stay at home with Mouse, and in the event that the day is a stress-free, flare-free, drama-free day, then I can get some stuff done. Whether its doing normal housework stuff, writing, trying to work on the house or yard is only limited by my stamina and want-to. Sometimes we get to get out and do normal stuff like shopping or going to the movies, but that, again, depends on stamina and want-to. Normal is having dinner and watching Jeopardy together. Normal is putting the dogs out at 10 p.m. because they have figured out how to

Well, to say that 2017 started on a rather odd note is an understatement. Started out almost normal...after less than my usual six hours of sleep (thank you fireworks over-achievers, lol!), Mouse and I were out the door a bit earlier than normal for Church. As we were leaving the neighborhood, something caught my eye. I looked again to make sure what I saw is what I really saw. Yup! A pair of guys drawers draped over a mailbox. Not sure if that makes it a good start or a bad start to the new year, but it did make an interesting start to it! The day has been relatively uneventful, except. On the way to pick Mouse up from her class after the services, a lady stopped me and introduced herself. We talked for a few minutes and I shared with her that Mouse is the young lady greeting for first hour every Sunday. She asked if I knew another mom whose daughter has Downs and I mentioned that I did, but I think that Little was in the younger class. She asked how old my daughter was, and I tol