On an ordinary day I might be running in to pick up a few groceries, rushing to check things off my list, barely noticing those around me. But she found me. I don’t know if I looked kind (I certainly hope so) or non-threatening, but when I turned to the timid, “Excuse me, ma’am” I…
The adoption process is a whirlwind of emotions. Allowing your heart to be vulnerable to the ups and downs of this journey takes more than just sacrifice– it takes stamina. Holding on to hope for what is best for a child takes willpower and true grit. Stubbornly fighting for the rights of a child demands…
It was a grand adventure. For a young mom with two preschoolers and an infant, taking Daddy to the airport was a HUGE deal. It didn’t happen very often, and the excitement of the trip to the airport helped to ease the anxiety of Daddy leaving for a few days. Seeing that big plane take…
I think it’s time. Time to remember who we are and why we are here. When this day is done, the calendar will say that I am another year older. Birthdays are like that. Twenty four hours measure the day and at the end of 365 days you are reminded that every year–every day we…
When Christmas is coming, and the closet is full of presents yet to be wrapped, what do you do? Clean out the toy box, for goodness sake! I know you’re busy, but maybe–just maybe–you can donate those unused and unloved toys to a charity that will make someone else’s Christmas special. Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer…
Sometimes we verbalize it. Other times we only think it. But often it is there. “Why” “Why did this happen?” “Why did this have to happen TO ME?” “Why can’t I….” “Why NOW?” “Why not?” As I am praying and asking God for His favor as we await a judge’s decision in court today, I…
This is one blog you probably don’t want to read. But read it anyway. Give me a chance. Please hear me out, and reserve your criticism for another day, because this issue has to be addressed: God absolutely cares what comes out of your mouth.
Or so it seems. The very definition of happiness can be elusive, so why do we think our pursuit will end in anything other than a temporary feeling? Maybe we should consider the vastness of this chasm: To one, the idea of happiness is found only in the absence of trouble… …while another sees it…
Better grab a cup ‘o brew and sit for a few. Here’s the thing. I am struggling. Since returning from Madagascar, I have wrestled with this idea of blogging. It may not seem like a big deal to anyone but me, but I choose to do this, for me. If I don’t write, I miss…
HERE IT IS: Prayer is ESSENTIAL. HERE’S WHAT IT’S NOT: A token of appreciation. A “go-to” when we’re desperate. A “wish list” of our wants. A poetic gesture with magical consequences. IF IT IS ESSENTIAL, then why does it often feel like an anomaly? anomaly [uh–nom–uh-lee]: “An odd, peculiar, or strange condition, situation, quality, etc.” [dictionary.com] It doesn’t…
Life is precious. Why something so obvious needs to be said is beyond my scope of understanding. But it’s true. Humanly speaking, we often take life for granted. We live like today–this moment–is all that matters. We scurry through the day with our own agenda and hardly give thought to what opportunities we might be…
I awoke to the morning sounds of roosters crowing and birds singing. An open window with screens lets the breeze in and keeps the mosquitos out. It’s very different to wake up under a mosquito net, and at 5:00 the rising sun is so bright… … that I wish I had worn my eye mask…
It’s always a sad day when you see violence and civil unrest, and when it hits close to home I am reminded that there are those that don’t live in a free democracy that are facing this on a daily basis. We hear of it so often that, if we’re not careful, we will become…
I love to give. I give to love. If you are aware of the book, The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman, you’ll remember the five basic ways we show love: Acts of service Gifts Words of Affirmation Physical Touch Quality Time Yep. I’m a giver. All of these are ways that we give/receive love, but…
Words. They come too easily. They don’t come at all. Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll say too much–other times I wish I had said more. We use our words to hurt and to heal. A friend of mine lost her mother only days ago and since that time, has received words that have encouraged her and strengthened…
