Drinking all the cups of coffee. Sharing all the drops of bliss. Creator of a cozy home & mama village.
About two years ago, I began REGULAR, counseling sessions both with and without David present. Yes, to talk about our marriage (especially at the beginning). Yes, to process the emotional impact of leaving my career to stay at home as a mama. And, yes, most recently, to process the trauma that years of infertility +... Continue Reading →
Tears streamed down my cheeks, as I clenched an empty coffee mug and sat cross-legged in bed, overcome by a familiar grief. My 10-month-old was asleep in her crib. My husband was sitting nearby. Nothing seemed amiss on this particular evening in February. But, the images wouldn’t leave. Of myself curled in a ball on... Continue Reading →
Mother's Day this past Sunday marked the 4 week anniversary of my miscarriage. I admit. I avoided church. Didn't send cards to the women in my life who model motherhood. Barely called/texted the incredible Mama and Mother-in-Law that continually light up my life. I ignored the holiday. Four weeks ago (now nearly five), I told... Continue Reading →
In the wee hours of the morning on Friday, April 26, my incredible Grandfather was welcomed through Heaven's gates. I imagine him standing there with a background of white as a slightly younger version of himself. His head is balding, but his hair is still tinted dark brown. His beard is bushy, and his stance... Continue Reading →
The sun shines brightly through closed-tight window panes. Prisms of light linger on my eyelashes, causing me to squint through the radiance of the wintery glow. I'm thankful that it hangs there in the sky, content to rise and fall, day in and day out, through meandering clouds. It's a symbol of constancy, a reminder... Continue Reading →
My church is praying for miracles right now. As a congregation, we have set aside the month of October, as II Chronicles 7:14 indicates, to humble ourselves, seek God's face, and pray. As I have endeavored to follow through with my October commitment, I've realized that there are many miracles that we don't even pray... Continue Reading →
To be perfectly honest, I am not always honest. With myself. With others. With God. This morning, though, I will try to be transparent. Try to let the dirty and the lovely shine through the same window pane. I am, after all, a mosaic of God's making. I am here in Texas for the next... Continue Reading →
Sweaters folders. Shoes wedged into crevices of jeans and power chargers. Suitcase weighed. Second suitcase filling. A late night shower followed by an early morning flight. Exit Saturday and enter Sunday. De-iced airplane. Still air. Airport bookshop. Worship at the church where I was dedicated as an infant. Black bean soup. Evening football cuddled in... Continue Reading →
One doesn't light a sacrificial fire without a sacrifice at hand and ready. One doesn't lift hands in surrender without something pressing to yield. As Bill Johnson writes in A Life of Miracles, "He'll [Christ] give us His baptism of fire if we'll give Him something worth burning." And we so recklessly pray to... Continue Reading →
The last day of summer has arrived. Sneakily arrived, I might add, without a whole lot of fanfare or excitement. It's the last day to wake up late (which I don't do anyway). Last day to act in my right to ignore the responsibility of lesson planning, decorating a classroom, and falling in love with... Continue Reading →
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