“Maybe the reason for the world is to make us long for home.” ~Matthew West This is Jasmine. She was – IS – a beautiful little girl from my church community who earned her angel wings last weekend after a long struggle with cancer. She was only 2 1/2…just a few months younger than my own daughter, which I think makes her story hit closer to home and heart. I
I originally published this post in November 2009, when my daughter was just beginning to walk. I watched her, and God spoke to me. ________________________________________________________ One of the hardest things about Jennifer’s new mobility is the constant fear that she’s going to hurt herself. I know she’s going to bump her head and hit her face and pinch her fingers sometimes, but it’s the more serious injuries that I worry about:
This post was originally written in July 2010. Sadly, it’s still something I struggle with. I needed this reminder today, so maybe it will help you, too. ___________________________________________________ It’s no secret that I struggle with comparing myself to other people. My hair, my clothes, my house, my car, my friendships….all are subject to scrutiny and the impossible task of measuring up. My relationship with the Lord, even, is not exempt.
I wrote last week about how our house, now gray, has been hiding a bright pink secret for a few years now. The strange hidden hue spoke to me, as strange things in life seem to with me. (I’m wondering more and more if perhaps I’m the strange one, since “strange things” seem to communicate with me on a regular basis…) Not only did the pink paint remind me of
I originally published this post back in November of 2009. Things in our lives have evolved since then…as has our annual fall invasion of ants. We’ve been battling them intensely once again this week, so I thought this was an appropriate repost. ___________________________________________________ Recently, my house has been under attack by ants. They have been appearing in random places for days now; try as we may, we cannot get rid