A couple days after my friend left, my mother arrived. I had called her right after I wrote about what it is like to be me right now.
She booked a flight immediately. She didn’t ask why I needed her; she didn’t hesitate. I called, and she came.
My mom cooked; she cleaned; she read with the kids; she played games with us; she listened; and she restored my peace.
I thank God for the angels among us- the people who show up and tell us with their actions and their words that God cares for our every need.… Read More CALLING ALL ANGELS
James 1:5 If you need wisdom, ask our generous God, and he will give it to you. He will not rebuke you for asking. Why are we here? What is the point? Does life have meaning and value? These questions intrinsically reflect doubt. They implicitly challenge the notions that there is a reason for life and that… Read More DOUBT- WHERE WISDOM BEGINS
I am a white, middle class, christian, American woman. I have watched and listened the past couple of weeks as people have demanded to be seen and heard. I have remained quiet. I have not remained quiet because I do not believe black lives matter. I have not remained quiet because I believe our police… Read More WHY I HAVE BEEN QUIET
I stood in the entryway, and I told you he is gone.
I did that.
I know what happened when you left.
The reality of words.
I’ve been on the other side of the conversation.
I cried too.
Not for him, but for you.… Read More The Other Side of the Conversation
This is Kristi’s post. This is why I write; this is why my home and my world have been turned inside out for months upon months as we planned for a church; just this:… Read More Tonight, She is the Most Important Number
As I prepare to celebrate the blessing of my own amazing mother and the gift of her loving example, a piece of me is touched by grief. I am in awe of the vibrant and lovely lives of my children who have given me the honorable and tiresome title of mother, but I also understand the pain of the celebration. I have felt it sharply, and I have watched you, my dear friends, as you feel it too. … Read More Pain and Celebration
I never acquired the taste for coffee. I know this sounds like insanity to all my joyfully caffeinated friends. In fact, a few may have stopped reading after that first sentence. Because I am not a coffee drinker, I don’t have a single hot beverage on most days. This is why Thursday was so unique. I had not… Read More 3 CUPS OF TEA
I am not a Facebook post, a selfie, or photoshopped image. I am a human- flawed, broken, and beautiful. I come closer to being whole when I am with other flawed, broken, and beautiful humans.… Read More ONLY HUMAN
Deep down, I am a little crazy…. or maybe I should say still a little crazy. It is hard to say what level of crazy I am, but I know it is less crazy than I used to be. I was so good at hiding the crazy for so long I actually had myself convinced the crazy… Read More LET YOUR CRAZY OUT
November is the month in between.
First it was the month that came before; then, it was the month that came after.
Yet, November is the month of thanks.
How do I say thank you for the blessing of broken? I am learning.… Read More Things We Don’t Say