I knew change was coming. Actually I was in the midst of transition when I decided to write every day for the entire month of October. What was I thinking? I didn’t meet the goal. And I didn’t write anything in this space for the next 8 months. The desire to write would build in… Continue reading Back At It…Clumsy and Awkward
Have you heard this song? For the past 10 months it has been on repeat in my house. My anthem for this year. Why do I play it so often? Because I need the truths to take root in my soul. Because I must declare the words in rebuttal to the lies the enemy whispers… Continue reading Slaves to Fear-No More
Here is my second installment of Backyard Library recommendations. This deserves a kudos because I wasn’t sure I would be consistent with this series. Three posts equals well on my way to consistency. (Insert thumbs up emojis here.) I bought this book for my Kindle because I heard someone mention it, but mostly because it… Continue reading I Want Hinds Feet
My sons and I seem to have the best conversations on our drives to church. We also seem to have the best arguments. On this particular Wednesday, as we pass the cemetery, my three year old asks, “Mommy, why do they bury the bodies there?” “Well Buddy, when people die we put the… Continue reading I Don’t Want To Go
LOUD. NOISY. The past two weeks have been overflowing with noise from Facebook, news, conversations with others, and most of all in my head. Controversy and heated debate went from Starbucks cups to Syrian refugees in an instant. Since we live in a nation with the freedom of speech and accessible internet, everyone has… Continue reading Earplugs, please.
“Alright, talk me down,” I said immediately after my friend answered her phone. Anxiety filled me and masked itself as anger. I needed a calming agent. I needed a peacemaker. There was an impending event that was just what the doctor had ordered for this season. It was a gift that had yet… Continue reading The Right To Worry
The phone bings and I read the text from a dear friend asking me to pray for her because she’s tired of “losing it” with her kids. Who isn’t tired of this? Who isn’t tired of feeling guilty for nearly every parenting move we make or don’t make? When my first son was born I… Continue reading Tired of “Losing It”
On January 7 I turned on the morning news to the headlines accompanied by video and photos of the terrorist attack at the Charlie Hebdo office in Paris. I was immediately drawn to the story and wanted to hear updates throughout the day. I had studied in France during my sophomore year of college. I… Continue reading I Can’t Turn Away
“Dark outside. Where moon is? Moon, mama, moon?” he inquires with is sweet two year old voice. Most evenings when we step outside to head to our next event, he searches the skies for the moon. He longs to see the bright, white light illuminate the dark. Some nights I can’t seem to find it.… Continue reading Where Moon Is?
Darkness encamps around us. The earth is moaning full of destruction, disease, and death. Hamas and Israel war and Palestinians and Israelis die, ISIS beheads children and buries people alive, hundreds of thousands of Iraqis and Syrians barely survive in refugee camps, others journey through the desert or hole up on the top of a… Continue reading The Light in Darkness