Tag: Church
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Can’t wait, Not yet.
I once heard it said that we raise our children up to actually send them out. The intention of raising kids is to someday let them go. All that time and effort and investment, all that love and devotion, all that protecting and hosting and raising them up here in our homes, is all just…
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A love letter to 2017.
Dear 2017, I pray this letter finds you well. Kinda. Sorta. Not really. You see, you have been a big skim-board to the shin. An unpleasant, unexpected, cringe-worthy sting to what was supposed to be a pleasant walk along the ocean. Sure, maybe a lot of it was my own doing. I wasn’t paying…
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Hurts so good.
Every other Thursday night, I have on my Google calendar an event from 8-10pm. It’s titled: WRITE … DON’T IGNORE!!! I ignore it. Every single time. Clearly, it’s working. So a friend of mine called me out on it. She asked me to add her to the invite, so that it popped up…
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A year of parenthood. A year of grace. Lots and lots of grace.
A year ago today, Brooks was twenty-eight days old. I was twenty-eight days into motherhood. Twenty-eight days into the biggest change of my life. Twenty-eight days into a life of unpredictability, heart-wrenching emotion and exuberant joy. Twenty-eight days. Brooks was so little. Everything was so new. I was so lost. Postpartum depression, sleep deprivation…
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Joy and Sorrow. Sorrow and Joy.
I was tossing and turning, staring at the clock wondering how much sleep I’d get if I fell asleep NOW. Or NOW. Okay, NOW. It was one of those nights… It was a Sunday evening and Adam and I just had the whole week off for a little “staycation.” We had a great week of…
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Whether you win or lose, you wine.
Almost an hour had passed and I managed three bites of food out of my son. I tried everything. Toys. Distractions. Puffs. Oh the puffs! Nothing was getting him to eat what I had prepared for him. He was fussy. I was fussy. The day needed to end. It was 7:30 in the morning. My…
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It is well.
When you awoke this morning, eyes blurred and arms stretched out, was your first thought for the day, “it is well?” Sadly I’d say for many of us, it indeed was not. It is not well. I am not okay. This is not the way life was supposed to be. For many it’s just another…
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Put the fancy dress away.
I’m sitting here in my pajamas, with sweatpants on with holes in the bottom. My shirt is way too big. My hair looks like I may have been electrocuted in the middle of the night. My breath stinks because I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. This is me. On a Saturday morning. In all my glory. I…
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Does everything really happen for a reason?
A couple of weeks ago while driving my normal route to work, in an area I don’t spend too much time in except to cut through to the highway, a detour was placed on the exact roads I needed to take to get to that highway. Furthermore, this detour was taking place in an already congested area,…
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Walking in the Wilderness
It’s a lesson everyone agrees with, but one no one wants to go through. To be in the wilderness. To go through the desert. To walk through the valley of the shadow of death. How we get to that place varies in all of us, whether it’s tragedy, a bad diagnosis, divorce, depression, anxiety, etc.…
real space. 