Target, Spaghetti Sauce and a Little Love

Tweet I know that feeling. Standing at the register, child in the cart, packing bags around them, one hand gripping all the cash you could find in your house and car  along with your debit card you’re about to play cashier roulette with. When the cashier tells you the total,… Read more“Target, Spaghetti Sauce and a Little Love”

You can’t always agree with what you read..(or get what you want, but if you try some times you just might find, you read what you need.) 

Tweet Truth: I don’t always agree with everything I read. I read anyway.  Truth: there is no one on earth I always agree with. (People, I question Jesus. Seriously. Some stuff he says is insane. I eventually believe it, but I’m being real. I question and disagree before I get… Read more“You can’t always agree with what you read..(or get what you want, but if you try some times you just might find, you read what you need.) “

Walkers are the new black. Wheelchairs are the new blue. I did not register for this.

Tweet Today, is a good day. Lest any of my friends and family freak out. Today is good. However, I’ve been writestipated for a few weeks and need to get this out in order to move on. (Writestipated- when one cannot pass an idea. It’s constipation for writers.) I remember… Read more“Walkers are the new black. Wheelchairs are the new blue. I did not register for this.”

Hope Twinkles in the Dark. 

Tweet Confession. I often wonder how and why I’m here. At MOPS. On the board. In ministry. On Earth. Not because I don’t feel called or equipped, but because it just doesn’t always make a lot of sense.  There has been a lot of darkness in mine and my families… Read more“Hope Twinkles in the Dark. “

Even Here, When I Can’t Even.

Tweet I can’t even.    Believe we’re facing another cancer crisis.  Believe we’re in the hospital, again. Believe the timing. (Days before my youngest turns 14.) Keep up with how many different specialist consults we’ve had. Do laundry. (Can’t even remember how many times I’ve re-washed the load that’s currently… Read more“Even Here, When I Can’t Even.”

Noticing The Goodness That Is There, Every Day

Tweet I tend to be a little hyper-focused at times. (I also tend to totally lack focus at other times. It’s called balance. Or maybe, ADD.) Truth is,  I’ve been in a long season of hyper-focus. Managing daily life, my home and family’s needs, and caregiving through an entire series… Read more“Noticing The Goodness That Is There, Every Day”

A mile in her shoes…walking in the dark, with others.

Tweet They carefully pressed his tiny toes first onto the ink pad, then onto the birth certificate. Next came his tiny hands. Hands that would hold my finger while he nursed, hold my hand while we walked and my heart, forever.  I have experienced those holy moments with 3 sons…. Read more“A mile in her shoes…walking in the dark, with others.”

A Fresh Cup of Brave….Filled by Beloved Friends

Tweet    I wrote a few months back, I wrote about my broken bravery. I talked about my heart breaking  along with this mug. I know. I know. It’s not a magical mug. (Although, the coffee I fill it with might be. Just sayin. Witch to wonder mom in 2… Read more“A Fresh Cup of Brave….Filled by Beloved Friends”

Dear Mom Who…….

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Tweet Dear mom who: parents differently than me. Is having a bad day. Hasn’t showered in a week due to nursing schedule of doom or depression.  Who has a cranky child. Who has a child who has decided that today is THE day to test cuss words at church, or… Read more“Dear Mom Who…….”

I’m Not Proud to Be a Christian. (Just: grateful, humbled, in awe of God’s grace to me, the list goes on.)

Tweet I sometimes find myself wanting to wave a flag and declare:  I’m proud to be a Christian. Except. I’m not. It’s Pride Pressure. Pride pressure is when you see a bunch of facebook posts that (basically) threaten to judge you if you don’t post your “pride.” Some even imply… Read more“I’m Not Proud to Be a Christian. (Just: grateful, humbled, in awe of God’s grace to me, the list goes on.)”