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 …
I peer out the window and observe my two boys building fallen leaf piles and jumping into those leaf piles. My oldest creates a shovel with his hands. He pushes all the leaves back into a mound while my second watches. When the mound is big enough, both boys take a running leap. They jump …
“When will the leaves change colors, mommy?” my inquisitive four year old questions. Because I love the changing of the leaves, he loves the changing of the leaves. I point out different leaves whose colors and shapes interest me, noting the different shades of orange and yellow. Now my two year old, always the collector …
I watch two boys gleefully chase each other around the bedroom. I sit on the floor, smiling amusedly with them—although slightly irritated that this is bedtime and no one is actually listening to mommy. I watch their faces as eyes light up and lips curl upward as they look toward one another for their next …
“This says ‘not pregnant’,” I noted uncertainly. I glanced again, my eyes widening as the faintest pink line formed next to the control line. I hoped my eyes deceived me. No way we were pregnant. Jonathan came into the bathroom and looked wide-eyed at me. “I hope there are no false positives, right?” Oh shoot. …
As we found our way to our seats, nervous energy wound its way around in my stomach. What songs would we sing? What would I hear in the message preached? Ultimately, I wondered if my heart would welcome this new experience in church after such a long hiatus. The pastor asked that we stand and …