How many grace-filled blessings are hiding in the middle of my everyday struggles?
Sometimes I just can’t control my tongue. It was not a good day. For whatever reason, we were just off. I was irritable and impatient. I found myself correcting every little infraction, every childish noise. The more I corrected, the more frustrated I became. And the more my kids acted up. After snapping at one of my children, I … Continue reading Taming the Tongue
“I’m writing a note to God,” my preschooler announces proudly. She thoughtfully scribbles her message on a 3×5 card, then opens the hinged lid of our ”Blessing Box” and adds her note to the jumbled mess of index cards. It looks disorderly, even confusing, but to me it’s a beautiful mess. Each of those mismatched … Continue reading The Blessing Box: Cultivating Gratefulness All Year Long
What happened to my joy? The question tugged at the corners of my soul as I trudged through each day. A dark cloud hovered over every waking moment. And sleep? That was a struggle, too. I had one bed-wetter and another child with night-terrors, so the sleep I did get was often fragmented and restless. How I … Continue reading When Depression Moves In
Well, hello there. It’s been a while. I’ve written a lot over the last few months but have been a bit absent here. Let me fill you in. In February, I took a break from blogging, sharing here only what I wrote for Just18Summers. Discouragement and self-imposed deadlines had turned my writing journey into a … Continue reading Why I Went Away
“I’m glad we’re #christians,” said my pre-teen daughter. I asked her why and her response still echoes in my heart. #hope #faith #parenting #motherhood #kids
Yesterday our family took an exotic trip. Well, sort of. We went to the zoo, where we saw some very exotic animals. It rained a little during our drive in, but the light drizzle cleared up before we left the parking lot. The sun came out a few hours later and bathed the animals and their habitats … Continue reading Being Still in the Storm
Panic gripped my heart as I read the text from my sister – “Emergency Alert: Ballistic missile threat inbound to Hawaii. Seek immediate shelter. This is not a drill.” My sister and her family moved to Hawaii three weeks ago. Just in time to enter the path of a ballistic missile. I fought back tears … Continue reading An Anchored Soul