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…
Holding on even when it hurts. Maybe because it hurts. The pain. The struggle. The anxiety. You worry, knowing that life happens and you are not in control.
I love tools. I even have some that I call my own. The right tool can make any job much easier. But using social media to promote criticism, negativity or judgement serves a different purpose. I love how we can use social media to reach across the oceans and share life with believers and non-believers.…
It’s amazing, really. We take this word, “love”, and we define it in so many ways. There are love languages and love stories and love ballads. It has got to be one of the most talked about words in the English vocabulary. And we still don’t fully grasp it’s meaning. I heard this song on…
Though not often spoken, it is a common question in the back recesses of the human mind. “Can God forgive that?” “Can He forgive me?” He knows what I’ve done. He knows my mistakes. My rebellion. He set up clear perimeters and gave us specific instructions, But we disobey. Like a child, when we deliberately…
Unconditional, unending, sacrificial love. Only a Holy God can love like that. And He does. But you–you are a gift from this loving God,
You don’t have to agree with me on this, and yes, I am well aware that this road has not only been well-travelled, but that most women have chosen a different path. Stay with me–you might not see it the same way I do, as I’m sure many won’t, but consider this: Your husband just might see…
If you give a Mom a minute, she might just take a breath. And though she could spend it on herself, she will probably do laundry. If you give a Mom a minute, She might just take a bath, but she will see the toilet, and she will feel an incredible urge to start cleaning.
Here it comes again. Valentines Day. The day of love and romance and valentines. Only I didn’t marry Valentino. I married a man that grew up with three brothers. Mom was the only girl, pink was taboo, and love was “icky” until the first real girlfriend came along. And that was me. So what if…
I was not called to this. I didn’t hear a voice, nor did I have a keen intuitive sense that this was going to happen. I did not and still am not quite sure, after 30 years, if I could even know how to define what it means to be a pastor’s wife. It’s funny.…
I am a Nana, yet I still talk baby-talk to my grandbabies. I like dill pickles with my chili. I can use a sewing machine and power tools. I love to read–and sometimes take a book with me in the tree while I sit in a deer stand. Seriously, though! I don’t think I even know what “normal”…
To those looking for that secret to a happy life, guess what? In this life, we will have joy and we will have pain: ~~The day comes and we can hardly contain the joy when that new life bursts onto the planet, changing our world forever. ~~Then the days of pain and separation and death…
I woke up feeling sad. Wishing I could control my dreams. But I can’t. No one can. The thing is, I’m starting to wonder if I do–in a way, you know? Like my inner conscience or something… I don’t always remember my dreams. Just sometimes I know that I did have a dream, but I…
I dote. I hover. I spoil. I worry. I pray. I browse through old photo albums just to relive their childhood. I sometimes sit in their empty room, trying to hear that instrument play just one more time. I keep my phone within arms reach–just in case they call–even when taking a shower. I stay half-awake…
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…
