7 Things I Want My Child to Learn Sooner Than I Did

My son is a feeler and big emotions are part of who he is. So, when it comes to pain, his threshold is low. We are trying really hard to get past this stage of shouting, “I broke my [insert body part here]!” with every tumble and scrape.  It is a process and we have taken babyContinue reading “7 Things I Want My Child to Learn Sooner Than I Did”

Making Church Official

I slowly walked up the deserted lotTo make my way insideEvery ounce of me kept walkingBut also hoped to hide I waited patiently outsideAs the door it was unlockedThere within those wallsAll the outside world was blocked “Hi”, “Hello”, “How do you do?”We said our pleasantriesI hoped I was successfulHiding my discernible unease “Wait overContinue reading “Making Church Official”

The Ugly Side of Me

I slammed my fist on the table and shouted words from my mouth as quickly as they entered my mind. My hands shook with anger and I stomped out of the room feeling justified in my reaction, considering her offense.  “Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks.” Anger. That is what IContinue reading “The Ugly Side of Me”

When Light Breaks Through

“Ugh. Firnsdhip. (Yes. Apparently that is how you type friendship after an EXHAUSTING week of preparing mentally for a conversation with a friend that you just don’t see eye to eye with. But you want to. But you just can’t.)  I’ve been prepping all day to say it well. To cover it with grace andContinue reading “When Light Breaks Through”

Seeing the Aquarium in the Sludge

\”Viste mi aquário?\” (\”Did you see my aquarium?\”) She grinned as she leaned over the side of the platform and stared at the tiny fish swimming in the sludge that filtered its way under and around their house. Enamored. She is a glass-half-full kinda gal. My sandal snapped and the sludge oozed between my toesContinue reading “Seeing the Aquarium in the Sludge”

In the Ceasing: Letting Go of All the Striving

“Cease from striving.”  ‘I’m not striving, I’m working.’  “Cease from striving.”  ‘These are good things!’  “Cease from striving.” ‘What does that even mean? How do I cease from striving when I have so much on my plate?’  “Cease from striving.”  This has been my dialogue with God over the last two years. A simple whisper.Continue reading “In the Ceasing: Letting Go of All the Striving”

Behind the Picket Fence

She stood there, cautiously baring her heart to me. Her words said to me that she thought I had it together. She thinks I know what the heck I’m doing every day when I wake up and all the things from near and far are calling my name.  Instantly my mind went back to aContinue reading “Behind the Picket Fence”

These Demons are Pretty

“Go watch Elliott,” Richard said to me very seriously. I stepped into the kitchen in our tiny wooden jungle home and looked out onto the back patio where Elliott liked to play in the big water basin. He was three and a half and full of imagination and wonder at all the things the worldContinue reading “These Demons are Pretty”