The three men in my life who speak the most of fatherhood are my dad, my father-in-law, and my husband. My father was raised by a single mom, and yet, he figured out this “dad-thing.” He learned how to help his three daughters know they were loved. He encouraged us to chase our dreams and to grow into the women God intended us to be, not the women he thought we should be. I’m sure this was tough, as we sometimes made choices that grated against what he thought was best for us!Continue reading “Father: When Fathers Love”
Our boys completed their school year from home, as did most American students.
Nine weeks of staying at home (except for buying a few groceries and taking morning walks).
Nine weeks of together time.
Nine weeks of trying to figure out what life should look like in this pandemic-defined world.
And there are still days when I wonder if we’ll ever move beyond the restrictions, the sometimes tedium, the testing of boundaries by our sons. There are days when I wonder if everything will ever be okay again.Continue reading “Faith: When Everything Is Not Okay”
This picture brings me great joy. A few weeks ago, I insisted my two boy-men go walk/hiking with me. Getting our teen boys outside rarely meets with whoops of excitement.
When we arrived, my two guys trudged ahead on a dirt trail. There must have been magic in the air that day because, all of a sudden, they were running. With smiles on their faces.
And the coup de grace came when they discovered large boulders to explore and to test their bravery.
Eighteen months ago, each of our sons were dealt life-altering events.Continue reading “Joy: 7 Thoughts for Cultivating Joy in Hard Seasons”
What message does the cross convey to you?
To me, it’s love. And hope.
How amazing is it that Jesus—a sinless man—loved humanity enough to endure the torture of beatings and being hung on the cross? And even more, He who had never experienced sin, accepted the burden of our sin because He loved us.
Most of us know the story of how He was beaten, tortured, and hung on the cross until He died. But has His sacrifice become too cliché in our hearts and minds?Continue reading “Easter: What’s the Message of the Cross?”
Can I be honest and say I’m missing my “normal?”
Normal tends to keep us grounded. It offers a sense of rhythm to our days, our lives, our spirits.
When “normal” is stripped away, as it has been recently, we’re forced to deal with the impact of that loss on our hearts. My normal defined my days. I knew what to expect. I gained a sense of achievement by accomplishing my tasks, by being on time to pick up the boys from school and then get them where they needed to be.Continue reading “Normal: Being Honest About Our Hearts”
I slumped on our bed and cried.
Every month, I careened on an emotional roller coaster. Every month, I prayed, begging God for a baby. Every month, when my cycle came on time, my heart plummeted.
I don’t remember the exact day or event when God confronted me. But He showed me where my heart was set.
…on a pregnancy
…on filling my arms with a squirming newborn
…on having my heart craving satisfied.
And that was the problem.Continue reading “Heart: 4 Steps for Dealing With Idols”
Many years ago, as Hubs and I stumbled through the valley of infertility, I struggled a lot with the Lord. I faced well-intentioned loved ones who told me I just needed more faith, and then we’d get pregnant.
But more, I questioned that God loved me as much as He loved other people.
If He loved me, why did He withhold this heart desire? Why did he not fulfill the innate yearning to carry a pregnancy to term and to nurture a child?
I still remember the day.Continue reading “Love: When We Question God’s Love”
Sometimes, I’m a poser.
Oh sure, I tell people to pray for their children, their husbands, and the heart needs they each have. I tell them God hears, and He answers each and every prayer. Sometimes, it’s with a “Yes.” Other times, the answer is, “No.” And then there’s the “Not yet,” answer.
I believe these truths with all my heart. I know that I know I am a daughter of the King . . . that He loves me completely, passionately, and perfectly. I know we must choose faith.
And still . . .Continue reading “Faith: When We Must Choose Between Fear and Faith”
I was talking with a friend recently. We both have teenaged boys who are scraping wounds across our mama’s hearts. At times the pain is so raw I still feel like I’m bleeding.
Sometimes, we’re still living in a wounded place. We’re still walking in the pain of the strikes against our hearts.Continue reading “Scars: When We Live with Wounds”
In May, I participated in a twelve-day Instagram writer’s challenge. It was both stretching and fun. We were given a different word each day and created posts about those words relating to our writer’s life.
As I contemplated each word, I discovered correlations between writing life and real-life. I’ve expanded on the original posts, and I’d love to read your thoughts on these words as they relate to your life as well. This is my final post with this series.
Have you ever had a dream that felt so big, so out of reach, you never thought it was possible to achieve?
From the time I was fourteen, I’ve wanted to be published. I set the dream aside for decades because of . . . well, life.
At first the idea of writing a full-length novel—with characters, plot, and setting—overwhelmed me. The fear of failure cast a large shadow in my thoughts.
And then there was the fear—of my dream never coming true.Continue reading “Dreams: When Dreams Don’t Come True”