My kids teach me something everyday. Life with children is certainly an adventure. Last night as I was giving my last round of snuggles to my five-year old and tucking him in for the night, I said the words I so often say to him. "Goodnight mighty man of God. Do you know you will … Continue reading Identity
Let me start with an apology, despite the fact that my husband tells me frequently to stop apologizing. I apologize far too frequently for things I shouldn't, but that's a story for another post... I apologize for allowing my head to stop my heart from living. I apologize for allowing circumstance to dictate my perceptions. … Continue reading Reflecting on the Absence of Me
All I can seem to think about the last few days is what it is to be squeezed. Maybe you can relate. You know that feeling when the walls, the ceiling, the air above, and the floor beneath you, seem to be closing in. It's that sensation of not knowing if you'll make it out...not … Continue reading The Squeeze
I haven’t been writing lately. Not because the desire has left me but because I knew what came out would be messy. Quite honestly, lately, life has been messy. All of the broken and jagged pieces I’d thought time had smoothed, surfaced with force, cutting through my clay heart and thin skin. What remained was … Continue reading Messy Me
There's a grace that digs deep Core of strength extends lofty to the sky Outward, stretched, fallen man reaching for a savior Redeemed and strong his boughs grow Boldly lifted to heights he never dreamed He searches for more Always reaching Always hoping Faith finding him ransomed Free he soars with the heavens From … Continue reading Banyan
I've decided that doing dishes is a waste of time. They just grow back! Especially in my house with teenagers and their smaller siblings running rampant. They hide in dark corners and conspire about how to get yet ANOTHER cup when my back is turned. And it doesn't help that the older ones have learned … Continue reading Doing dishes is a waste of time. They just grow back!
Flyboy finds a shell and sends it soaring helpless into the surf. He knows he can cause it to skip and skim instead of sink. When it disappears deep, he finds another and begins again, each time adjusting his angle, the spin of his wrist, the speed and thrust. Finally, he looks up to Dad for … Continue reading Flyboy
