Journeying Home Together
This morning, as Mother’s Day approaches, I’m reflecting some on my own motherhood – especially the changes and feelings that occupied my mind in those first bleary-eyed weeks. Curious about all I had forgotten, I revisited something I wrote when I was a brand new mama. It ministered to me profoundly this morning. We’re in a challenging stage in our house right now (though I think every stage has its
I try not to do this very often, but it’s been pressed on my heart that I need to re-publish this post from about a year and a half ago. If this is for you (or you think you know who it IS for), I pray it’s a blessing. _______________________________ After forty days Noah opened a window he had made in the ark and sent out a raven, and it
I had a completely different post scheduled for you today, but something happened the other day and I’ve had to rethink some things. (Don’t worry. That will be less vague soon.) In lieu of the post I had for you, I’ve pulled a quick one from the archives. I originally wrote this back in August 2010, when my daughter was just 18 months old and life looked a little different.
(Originally posted in August 2009) There is a village in Iran made entirely of houses and buildings carved out of volcanic rock. It is estimated that some of the houses have been there – as houses – for 700 years, inhabited and re-inhabited hundreds of times through the years. The residents have made themselves comfortable in the rock, making each little cave dwelling their own and building their lives within
(Originally posted in August 2011. Once I get over the cold that has seized my life, perhaps I’ll have more original thoughts to convey…) This morning on the news, I heard that NASA has launched an unmanned spacecraft destined for Jupiter. This craft…it will fly for 5 years before reaching its destination on a faraway planet. Five years! When I heard that, I looked over at my daughter, who –
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 originally posted this story back in January of 2010, when my daughter was a little over a year old. It was powerful to me then, and remains so every time I think of it now. I hope it speaks to something in you today. ______________________________ I had to go to the cable company today to get a cable box. You know the story, since we’ve all had to deal
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
After forty days Noah opened a window he had made in the ark and sent out a raven, and it kept flying back and forth until the water had dried up from the earth. Then he sent out a dove to see if the water had receded from the surface of the ground. But the dove could find nowhere to perch because there was water over all the surface of
