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…

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…

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…

I was recently driving to a funeral with my sons. My preschooler kept asking where we were going, and I told him I had a meeting. I didn’t want to explain. My heart was heavy in this season, for my friends burying a loved one, and for my own unrelated sorrow. My son asked again…

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,  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,…

Oh friend, how I’ve missed you in January.  We’ve been running hard toward February. So let’s just breathe one gargantuan sigh of relief together. Take it in. Yes, just like that. Now let it out.  Phew.  We see you, February.  I don’t know about you, but we’ve been handcuffed to the house with snot and…

This painful season of life broke open my understanding of God. As I wrestle with pain, I’m tempted to wall off my question marks and unanswered prayers, embracing a more generic faith in a less personal God. That would feel more comforting right now, so I could persist with some tidy beliefs despite my angst….

This phase of parenting little ones can be isolating and all-consuming, rife with insecurity. This phase is marked with a million opinions, where even strangers are quick to supply parenting advice. We’re swimming through a daunting world of well-meaning you should’s, desperate for measurable progress, or really any sign, to confirm we’re raising these impressionable…