I get so frustrated sometimes. That I’m not smarter, more knowledgeable, funnier, even. That I’m not more eloquent. That I’m not a better writer. That when I want the right words I never have them. That when I want to do the right thing, I never seem to know what that is. The world would… Continue reading In need of a plumber
“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
We are more than a week into spring where I live. Yet the ground is still frozen, trees and bushes are covered in snow, car bumpers are lined with icicles, the wind blows strong and cold. It’s been 3 weeks since the young man at our church passed away suddenly. I found myself on my… Continue reading This is close
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
My church community experienced a tragedy this week. A young life lost – a husband, a father, a son, a brother, a friend to many. We are left with questions, pain, sorrow, heart ache. It’s hard to know what to do. How to put one foot infront of the other. How to comfort, how to… Continue reading A Love that says “Do it scared”
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
