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. …
How many times have you read the first story of the Bible? The story of Adam and Eve? Many of us have read it so many times we can easily retell the basic details to anyone who will listen. But without the Holy Spirit guiding our reading, these stories become trite and redundant. I, personally, …
Advent is a time of hope and expectation. Our eternal living Hope, gracing us with his son and giving our hearts a new song. And the expectation of Jesus coming back to this earth to claim his people again, to meet us in our hardships, and to wipe clean our worries and stress. As I …
Face turning red and eyes watering, our son was coughing so hard he couldn’t catch his breath, the mucus creating a suction in his throat that made it hard to catch a break. My husband and I looked at one another and panicked. We quickly bundled Baby Boy and put him in the car to …
Routine and order and basic ordinary rule my life. Calculated nap schedules and arranged outings are my jam. Making plans and pursuing those plans make me feel like I’m in control. Like I’m the one in charge of my life: where I go, what I do, who I see. I love planned spontaneity: this idea …
“I’m not excited for it,” I told my friend. “In fact, I could probably more so cry about it than laugh about it.” My friend and I were walking and talking about the Christmas season. Yes, it’s December. Inevitably, Christmas is {insert number of days} away, but I’m not excited about it. (I know, right?) …
“I just need a break,” I think to myself. The holidays have already worn me out and Thanksgiving was an overlooked afterthought. The world is picking up speed in loud anticipation of December, spinning faster and faster, screaming at me like white noise, “Christmas is coming!! Have you bought your gifts? Decorated your house?? Watched …
