I sat in my women’s small group, becoming quieter and quieter. We were discussing God as our Heavenly Father. And many of the women in my group had had horrific earthly father experiences. They couldn’t quite fathom God as a father. How could they? In fact, it made them very uncomfortable. Their discomfort caused me …
God’s love for us is fierce, all-consuming, sometimes dangerous but always good. So many songs use his love and the ocean as a metaphor. We can’t fathom the richness of his love until we experience the depth of the sea. I observe the yellow flag that whips back and forth in the wind and warns …
Blogging turned into a game of give and take. I would give my heart and soul to my writing. The reaction from others would take my heart and either strip it down to an envious beast or ply it full of self-glory. There seemed to be no in-between. My identity was wrapped up in others’ …
“I will not be another mom blogger. What would I write about?” I shook my head, wrinkled my nose, and laughed at my husband. I was planning on staying home and raising our son. And even though I loved to write, the thought of being another blogger out there in the world was too intimidating. …
“Come over here,” I motion excitedly to the stairs with my hands. “Let’s try these steps. You can do it, baby!” After many months of being shut indoors, it feels like a rich blessing to breathe in the fresh air of the earth. Breathe in. Breathe out. The sun shines through the luminescent clouds. Joyful …
“Well, that didn’t go well,” I muttered to myself walking out of the interview for a teaching position. God’s plans had moved us down here, but I had fumbled my words and was not forthcoming about my accomplishments. The interview team’s attitude read “not interested.” We were moving, and I needed a teaching job. I …
“So, is that a ‘yes’ you want to know the gender of your baby?” the ultrasound tech looked at me quizzically. I only hesitated because Jonathan wasn’t with me due to COVID-19, and I place a lot of emphasis on big decisions. Well, I have a hard time making a “right” decision. So when I …
“I should have known. Still too early,” I said as I threw the second pregnancy test in the trash. I scolded myself because I had promised myself that I would wait until I had actually missed my period. OR wait a significant amount of time after missing my period. OR better yet, try to be …
Step, step, stumble, fall. Right back up. Step, stumble, fall, up, then right back down. Little, rounded feet summon the courage to try again. Moving to a downward dog position, rump in the air, pushing his body to a standing position. Here we go. Protruding belly and arms gaining balance. Over and over and over …
Yes, Lord. I know, Lord. But I need to do this one more thing before I find time to sit and have a quiet time. I had literally done everything I could to ignore the constant nudging at my heart, my head, my entire body to just sit. And write. To just sit. And listen. …
