An Arab man told my younger sister and me that we were “expensive”–meaning, by traditional Middle Eastern standards, that he thought we were worth many camels. This appraisal became something of a joke in our American social circle and so, when I finally succumbed to the pressure to start a blog, the title was a given…
Hi. I’m a farmer’s daughter (who doesn’t like country music), a bookkeeper, a journalist, and a lover of all things Biblical. I answer to many names, some of them wildly misleading (Em Gem, Shorty, Cinderella, Two Bits, Emmeline, Half Pint, Flint, Amelia Bedelia). My brother-in-law calls me The Second Wife when he wants me to make him a cup of tea, and my niece called me Mama when she was a baby. You can guess why the IT guy calls me Grandma when I ask for technical support.
Jesus spent most of his earthly life in his small hometown, and people were surprised that he even knew how to read. He wasn’t married, wasn’t very attractive, and wasn’t a stranger to sorrow. So I’ll try to keep it “real” here, if you know what I mean.
Hope you leave richer.