Be Strong. Take Heart. He’s Not Done.

If you’re reading your tattered Bible through tears this morning— If you feel like broken pottery— Psalm 31 puts words to our pain: -I’m in distress. -My eyes grow weak with sorrow. -I‘m forgotten.  -My strength fails.  -I‘m an object of dread to my closest friends. -I‘ve become like broken pottery. But Psalm 31 also…

Your pain is credibility for your Hope.

When people see you in pain, they will come closer.  And when they do, speak openly about your pain, so you can speak openly about your Hope.  It may be uncomfortable at first.  Am I somehow discounting the Hope I have in Jesus? No. A resounding no.  Honesty about your pain is credibility about your…

Security in Christ.

We‘ll become secure in Christ by staring at this list about as fast as we’ll become an Olympian by staring at a TV.  We need transformation. We need Jesus.  But my prayer is that this list can be a healthy check on our hearts because insecurity is a prison.  Our security in Christ has a…

There is more.

There’s a wheelchair parked in my parents’ dining room. One I never thought my mom would need at age 60. There’s a curly haired toddler sitting in it, smiling back at me. He is a good and complex God. I don’t know why God hasn’t healed Mom yet. I just knew He would heal her…

Be the benefit of the doubt you want.

Start with the benefit of the doubt.  Start with believing she’s trying her best.  Start with grace. The way she hurt you probably says more about what she’s carrying than how she feels about you.  She didn’t see you because she can’t see past her pain. She rejected you because somebody rejected her.  She didn’t…

Right place, right time.

I’m here to rally for the person feeling stuck in the waiting. God has given you a glimpse of something He has for you. And if God said it, it’s as good as done; it’s only a matter of time.  But you’re getting antsy and flexing your muscles and spinning your wheels trying to strong-arm…

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…

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…