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 payingContinue reading “A love letter to 2017.”

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 upContinue reading “Hurts so good.”

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 deprivationContinue reading “A year of parenthood. A year of grace. Lots and lots of grace.”

My pursuit of unhappiness.

It is now June. I haven’t posted on my blog since February. I guess I could come up with millions of excuses, but there’s really only one reason. My blog is titled Faithful Thoughts. But my thoughts have been hardly faithful over the last few months as I struggle with doubt, trust, faith, and even belief inContinue reading “My pursuit of unhappiness.”