When life gets uncomfortable it’s easy to busy ourselves in order to escape whatever discomfort we are facing. Work. Hobbies. Fitness. Social media. Organizing. Rearranging. Shopping. And whatever else we can think of to do. I found myself in that place today. Because, you know, kids. And summer…
Letting Go of Guilt When a Memory Brings More Joy Than Pain
There wasn’t much that I shared with the Facebook world after losing Micah because, well, my life was far from picture perfect. The doom and gloom of pregnancy loss doesn’t really interest people, and I didn’t have the energy to pretend that I thought…
Honestly, sometimes it seems like going to church is just a reason for me to put on “real clothes.” Most days I stick with workout clothes or yoga pants or sweats and a t-shirt because I know that by the end of the day my clothes will be covered…
I Stepped Out of My Comfort Zone at Church and This is What Happened
I did something I’ve never done before in church. I felt prompted by God and stepped out of my comfort zone in response. I confronted both my fear and skepticism and God showed up. There was a woman in attendance who I’m familiar with, but have…
Sometimes you just need to eat the cookies. Like these ones that were delivered to our front door by a woman who identified herself as a member of a nearby church. She and the gaggle of youth group girls who accompanied her were out canvassing the neighborhood, inviting people to…
After all these years, marriage hasn’t gotten any easier, but it has made us better people than we were on our wedding day. And while this anniversary isn’t one that is typically considered a milestone, shouldn’t it be? Because whether it’s one…
A Final Thought at the End of Another School Year: I’m Going to Miss This
Most mornings I look forward to dropping this girl off at school because let’s face it, there is some relief in knowing that my hands will experience just a bit more freedom while she is occupied and cared for by another. But every morning for the past nine…
A toddler’s thighs that have lost their disguise. And grass-stained knees matching the green of the trees. These are the signs of spring. Naked arms that are touched by nature’s fine charms. The breeze and the sun making the stress come undone. These are the…
“How about this shirt?” I said to my daughter as we ransacked her room in search of a clean shirt. “That’s a fat shirt,” she stated and refused to wear it. “A fat shirt? What does that mean?” I asked. “It makes me look fat,” she responded. “And…
Truth time. I don’t always have such a positive attitude. Almost never, actually. Especially when it comes to USPS. I have more complaints than compliments about this broken system. And let’s face it, the postal service seems more prone to failure than to success. This seemed…