Purse dogs, throwing up and criticism.

A lot of folks don’t use twitter or follow me. (Click here to, I’m @prodigaljohn)

But Twitter is fun because I get to share deep, vital things like this:

I think “doesn’t own a purse dog” should be added to the Proverbs 31 description of a wife of noble character.

Here are a few other things you missed this week in my mirth filled twitter stream…

Criticism we trust as truth. Compliments we disrespect as fluff. Reverse that and your creativity will flourish.

God’s generosity with his love will always eclipse your ability to ask for it. Ask without restraint. He won’t run out.

Pollen likes my nose more than the cast of the Jersey Shore likes tanning beds.

May your tomorrow be like today, a continuation of the moment hope became 3D. Live a life of Easter, not a day.

Many journeys are ruined by the lie that you have to know the destination before you start. God knows. Our job is to go.

Me: My leg hurts, but that’s result of living an active life. Wife: An active life of trying jump trashcans at Target

Still waiting for “American Idol-the songs of Kenny Loggins.”

“This is just how God made me.” What my 4yr old said while throwing up last night. (Even puking at 2AM Acuffs are holy!)

I have to confess, my desire to visit the Harry Potter world at Universal Studios has reached inappropriate levels.