Journeying Home Together
My husband is my best friend. We have been married for upwards of seven years (!), and with every day that passes I become more aware of God’s hand at work in bringing us together. Our love story is a special one, and recounting the earliest days of our relationship never ceases to bring a smile. What is really special about our union, though, is what God continues to do
As I drove out of the parking lot, something seemed wrong. I didn’t quite feel right somehow, though I didn’t know why. I headed toward the jewelry store, where I planned to sell some old neglected pieces of silver from the bottom of my jewelry box. As I drove, I reflexively checked my rear view mirror and saw her car seat in the back seat. Her seat belt was still
I’m linking up for the very first time with 5-Minute Friday, hosted by the fabulous Lisa-Jo Baker. It’s a challenge to write for 5 minutes and 5 minutes only, solely for the sake of writing. Not for perfection. Not for impact. Not for anything but the love of writing. Today’s prompt? BARE. ________________________________________ I’ve been asked so many times how I got so brave. I’ve been asked if it scares
I wrote yesterday about my lifelong love of writing, and how it has evolved to where I am today. It’s part of a dream I have…a wild and crazy dream that I believe with all my heart has been embedded into me by no one but my Creator. It is only a part of that dream, though…and the other part is what I want to write about today. I have
Honestly, I had forgotten about it until this morning. I picked up my purse, the strap pressing hard on the bruised knot on my hand. It’s not as swollen now as it was, but when I felt the twinge I looked and realized it’s moved into that ugly stage all bruises go through before disappearing altogether. Oh, I remember now…. Sunday….. Sunday morning….. I cringe with the remembrance. It started
I saw her as soon as I walked in this morning. I, my computer bag on my shoulder and many plans for my morning on my mind; she, washcloth and tray in hand and the ever present smile on her face. “Good morning! It’s good to see you!” I say, calling her by name and doing my best to smile back at her. She smiles back and says, “I see
If you’ve “known” me long, you know that depression and anxiety is an undeniable part of my journey. It comes and goes, yes, in seasons that arrive as unexpectedly and as forcefully as a preschooler’s tantrum. (Honestly, sometimes it feels more than a little like that, too.) The threat of sadness and panic lingers in the background at all times, and it’s something I have learned to live with. Most
I’ve been writing letters to my daughter since she was born. They are in a nicely-bound book on a shelf, ready for her to read one day when she is much older and will appreciate the open window into her mother’s mind. Most of them are private, but a few have made it to my blog for one reason or another. I am sharing this one because I have a
I’m a little surprised at myself. I’ve spent twenty-two days now (!!!) writing on living a balanced life PERSONALLY – as an individual – and I don’t think I have really even touched on the idea of living a balanced life IN COMMUNITY. As much emphasis as my church community places on living life together, it seems odd that I nearly overlooked the subject altogether in this context. Community is
The other night in my small group, we watched a message from Craig Groeschel that hit me in my heart. It penetrated deeply. It hurt. I laughed at the many similarities between what he said and my own life…but inside I was thoroughly disturbed. (It is no coincidence, I am sure, that at the beginning of the message and throughout, he prayed that God would disturb those listening. Thank you
