“How are you doing over there, Andrea?” A friend of my parents turns to me and asks. We are seated at a long table in a restaurant, surrounded by my parents and a handful of their friends. We’ve just come from a Good Friday service. I smile and respond that I’m doing well. “I’m just… Continue reading “You don’t have to wait for the End. I am, right now, Resurrection and Life.”
“Two boys?” The lady in line behind me asks. I smile and nod as I simultaneously grit my teeth at the price of yet another load of groceries. “You’re lucky,” she says. I know, deep down, she’s right. But in that moment I want to tell her that although they look adorable sitting side by side… Continue reading Making heaven real
I remember a night when my first son was almost 3 months old. We were in the darkness of his room, his little body still small enough to fit in the crook of my arms. I had just nursed him in the rocking chair that sat in the corner, as I did every night before… Continue reading Waking up
My boys and I head down to the trail, the toddler in the stroller, my oldest on his scooter. It’s the first day of spring and we can feel it. We arrive at a spot on the path where there is a break in the trees, allowing the sun to shine down in all of its… Continue reading This is not how it was supposed to be
I watch the little girl infront of me at church as she runs circles around her mom, curly hair bouncing on top her head. She searches her mother’s pockets for snacks, toys, amusement. From one side, to another. Back and forth she goes. Coming up empty handed she deserts this game in search of another.… Continue reading The wandering sheep
“Your hair looks great!” I compliment the mom beside me at the pool. Our youngest ones sit on our laps while we wait for the older boys to finish their swimming lesson. “Thanks hun. I finally got it done. It only took me three years! Left the house this morning without even touching it.” I… Continue reading Coming Clean
It’s been foggy and rainy here for the past few days. But today, the sun broke through. I run around the house opening blinds, pulling back curtains. My son joins me in this act of celebration. “Hooray, it’s a beautiful sunny day!” He exclaims as he spoons oatmeal into his mouth. Hallelujah. _ When I… Continue reading Choosing to Believe
