Did you know that I can’t control a pandemic’s impact on people’s desire to gather for church, a school’s failure to provide a healthy learning environment for students, or a foster system’s inability to provide options? You did. Hmmmm, I guess I missed the memo because I have lost a lot of shut eye over these items.
At the end of it all, I found a common thread: I am uneasy, sad, worried, etc. because life is forcing me to acknowledge, once again, how little control I actually have. All the small things have converged in a great conspiracy to teach me yet another lesson on surrender.
Ashley Randleman, fellow Church planting lady, has become a dear friend and a great encouragement to me. She has listened to my insecurities and frustrations, prayed with me, and celebrated victories. One great joy has been watching her develop her writing. She has a beautiful and encouraging voice in her work. Check out this amazing post by her and then […]
I am not a fan of my slowing metabolism or my achy joints, but I adore my wrinkles. I think the gray specks in my husband’s hair and the crinkles at the edges of his blue eyes make him more handsome now than when we met. This picture is one of my favorites, not despite the fine lines around our […]
I was pregnant at my college graduation ceremony. I knew I wasn’t ready, but Kaleb arrived to rock our world in the best way possible. We were young and dumb. We didn’t have time to establish careers or learn how to live independently. Ready or not, we were parents. We were suddenly deep in a world of diapers, spit up, […]
I am devastated. Okay, that might be a touch melodramatic, but I am seriously bummed. I applied for a job I really wanted, and I found out after work yesterday that I didn’t make it past the first round interview. Now I’m sitting here wondering what to do with myself. Do I lick my wounds, work three times harder to […]
It’s that time of year again. The leaves are crunching under my feet, the mums are blooming, and the skeletons are coming out. I can feel the edges of grief tugging at me. Memories of desperate prayers, resignation, loss, and failure are creeping in with the ghosts being hung in store windows. This excerpt from Our Broken Hallelujahs recounts a […]