The movie Frozen has a song that my boys enjoy: “Love is an Open Door.” My boys love to play it again and again. I’d like to say I’m sick of it, but frankly, I’m not…just yet. Ask me again at the end of the day ;). The characters Anna (or as my son lovingly …
Many times my mind travels back to my past where I begin the blame game of my postpartum depression. When I am healthy, I can redirect these thoughts to acknowledge all the faithful ways God has provided in my life. As we move through life, pain and suffering become inevitable in our stories. This oftentimes …
“Mom, it’s too cold to go outside!” yells my 4 year old. I never thought I’d see the day when he actually preferred to be inside. He is usually the first one running, pants-less, shirt-less, and shoes-less, out the door. Go figure. My 3 year old, in these colder months, just wants Blippi monster trucks …
In these frigid January mornings of the new year, I let my dog out and embrace the chilly stillness. A distant hum of energy is heard from car engines on the highway, but the sun is just emerging over the tree line. A faint pink and orange light breathes up and over the bare branches. …
Ready, set, BANG! goes the starting pistol, and we’re off to the races again. Happy New Year!? Horns blare and fireworks crack. December had us galloping toward Christmas, whipping that sleigh horse into gear. Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up those clod-hoppers! What had commenced as jingling around the literal clock all Christmas season has now …
I heard a song a few years back called, “O Come All You Unfaithful” by Sovereign Grace Music. A song that made me pause and think, “Yeah, that’s closer to the truth.” Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to be called the faithful one. But more often than not, I am buckling in guilt because …
As a mom of a baby, I am often up before the sun rises. As I nurse, my head turns from my sweet baby to the open window showcasing the new day. Even if the sky is cloudy, the sun always finds a way to brighten even a dreary day. In the morning, light is …
Waiting holds a lot of emotions. For a child, it’s an eternal process that gets longer by the minute. For a chronically ill individual, it’s an agonizing process of futile energy that drains every shard of fostered hope. For a newly pregnant mother, the process is terrifyingly exciting and tedious, filled with roller coaster moments …
Both of my sons have night lights in their rooms. We, as their parents, steer clear of anything apparently scary, and yet our kids still fear the night. They want to make sure they are ok, that they will be ok before we leave them in their rooms for inevitable sleep to fall upon them. …
I used to roll my eyes and smirk when Mom would give me her solicited advice about finding the right person. As a young girl, teen, adult, I was searching for love. I would try to ask her differently each time to see if I could get a more specific answer. But alas, it was …
