Traci Gardner

@iratusmater @abysstoabyss It’s everywhere.

@abysstoabyss Stevia needs to die

can one of these cutesie little ollipoppi probiotic soda brands just do one with a little cane sugar instead of stevia

The Aldi Urban Decay dupes are so pretty!

@Noash22 It should be her interviewing ppl who take themselves too seriously.

I want Julie to do a podcast and I’ll be her sound person that inserts silly noises and sound effects like an old timey radio show!!

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Proof that smoking stunts your growth.

@Noash22 It’s for sure a bird of prey.

Ok, tell me what this is and I will know whether to scrap it or not.

I missed the wedding controversy… what happened?

They got a hold of some Virginia slims I bet.

Has anyone had hiatal hernia repair surgery? We’re researching for my dad.

@ImJimR87 Thank you!

Happy anniversary @traci87 and Mr!

Staged photos feigning masculinity to be one of the cool kids as you post on your "socials" is cringe They're even more cringe when you're a "Pastor" (they're the same picture)

It would be so nice if men vetted themselves with this cringe.

@CBHeresy @JoelWBerry 😂

@JoelWBerry Are you telling me you don’t like your wife to leave the kids unsupervised so she can bake cookies in the most complicated matter known to man?

Actually, what happened was brilliant men invented machines to do this so our wives wouldn’t have to anymore

I have not covered how to use a hammock in homeschool yet.

There was a dark time while we were living in Hawaii when I found myself alone on our beach watching a cruise ship sail off into the horizon and I felt like it took supernatural restraint to stop me from wading into the warm Pacific and swimming after it. It was our third year there. Tom's job was going amazing. We had a lovely living situation in a resort right on the water. Our fifth son who was born on the island was a year old and the other 4 were healthy and thriving. But I was dying inside. It may have just been island fever, I was a mountain girl after all. It may have been the loneliness of being the only young haole mom at church and in our community (there were many white missionary families associated with YWAM in Kona but they were their own club and I wasn't in it). It may have been the pressure of caring for and homeschooling 5 boys without any family or church support or even a baby-sitter. It may have been me trying too hard to be the perfect wife and mother and homemaker in a fishbowl type 3rd floor condo setting where we were the only Christian family a lot of the neighboring retirees and tourists would ever get to know. It was likely a combination of all of those things that crashed over me like a wave and left me crying out to God to get me off that island. I would never claim to hear the voice of God, but something spoke straight back to my heart saying, "Julie, it's not about you right now. It's about your boys. It's about what I'm making them into. It's about their purpose in the kingdom I'm building. Now, are you going to help me or sit there and cry?" It was like a slap on the face. It both stung and inexplicably comforted me at the same time. All of a sudden the farmhouse in the country I'd dreamed my whole life of raising our family in seemed the silliest idea in the world. The perfect image I'd been running myself ragged trying to maintain to our lost neighbors vanished like a mirage. Most importantly, the loneliness crept off like a dark shadow. I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit nearer than I ever had before. I learned there's a big difference between dying inside and dying to self. The one is your spirit fading while your flesh takes over. The other is The Spirit taking mastery over your flesh. In my case The Spirit had a lot of pride, selfish ambition, and expectations to put to death. But the peace and contentment and gratitude and wonder and purpose that He replaced it with was truly life giving. Our last year there was the richest and best. Eventually I did get off that island but never did make it into that farmhouse in the country and I've never been more ok with that than I am now. There are no accidental nests. We may not live in place of our own choosing but if we're walking in obedience, we're right where God wants us to be and we're there for a reason. I've seen how God has used all our life circumstances, some of them chaotic and confusing and seemingly less than ideal, to mold our boys into the men He intended for the work He has planned. And I've never been more thankful to have lended a hand.

He’s probably just trying to get a boon is sales.

I think the men of the woke right can’t stand seeing other men win who didn’t fall for their embarrassing grift.

@JennMGreenberg Strong men aren’t effeminate attention seekers.

Ladies, Dale can hear your clothes. It’s a neurological condition like those people who can see music, but it’s worse, because your clothes are screaming at him. Pray for Dale.

@Ev_deGallery @JennMGreenberg 🤣

@JennMGreenberg Better not wear corduroy

@MrsCMFrancis Yes! And gel candles

DO YOU GUYS REMEMBER THESE?! 😱