You be you.

Do you ever get in the thick of an embarrassing situation and play it off like you intended it to go down that way? Yeah.  Me too. Last week, my mom ride was in the shop, so I drove my husband’s car. My hubby’s car is sportier than my kid wagon, so I was feeling…

Dear Mom, I see Jesus in you.

Dear Mom, I see Jesus in you. When you sang me to sleep night after night. When you made me grilled cheese for years straight without complaint. When you came along to field trips just to be with me. I saw Jesus in you.  When you made my favorite birthday dinners.  When you hosted and…

You can have easy children, but an easy motherhood just doesn’t exist.

Today went sideways.  I wish I could justify it with a laundry list of deep grief—and while I have some of that, it wasn’t pain that spiraled me today. It was the usual throes of motherhood.  Nothing could appease my discontented children. Every ho-hum part of our day was a struggle.  I eventually started giving…

Misplaced disappointment.

Misplaced disappointment has an interesting way of camouflaging itself. It rarely looks like, “I’m disappointed.” It looks like jealousy or insecurity, bitterness or unforgiveness, maybe anger or rage, a critical spirit, callousedness, apathy, or maybe even addiction. Disappointment in people. Disappointment in events. Disappointment in ourselves. Disappointment in facts. Disappointment in life. If you look…

Let that be enough.

One year ago, I nervously pecked away on my laptop to start my little Facebook writing page. I had no idea what I was doing. Still don’t. Clearly. CLEARLY. But this discomfort felt eerily familiar. It was the same discomfort I felt eight years ago, when I was out power walking granny style and felt…

To the wrecked soul suffering under the weight of darkness.

Do you feel attacked? I’m not surprised. There’s a real enemy bent on taking you down. You’re the image bearer of God. And the enemy can’t touch God, so he’ll try to get his hands on the next best thing. And that’s you. It’s probably easier to shy away from discussing spiritual warfare because that…

An Open Letter to My Husband on Valentine’s Day.

An Open Letter to My Husband on Valentine’s Day,  I hope I’ve freed you from any expectation to buy flowers and chocolate. While the glamour of gifts is fun, your less glamorous daily acts of sacrifice deserve far more praise.  After all, I’ve seen you love me for years. Not just with cards or flowers,…