I’m looking for her.
I rounded the cobblestone arch of the Royal Mile in Edinburgh, Scotland and caught my breath at the sight of St. Giles Cathedral. Surprised by my tears, I whisked them away as I walked up the steps and slipped in…
Letting Go.
I thought it’d be easier this time. The third time’s a charm, right? Parenting gets easier with each child, right? Smarter and more competent parenting, quicker and more relaxed; we see the bigger picture and chill on the not-so-important things,…
Red Dresses
“Why are red dresses hanging from the trees?” My 12-year-old daughter interrupted her steady stream of chatter as we drove along the tree-lined river downtown. The promising springtime sun glistened in her golden hair as she fingered the edge of…
Promises for 2022
“What are your dreams for 2022?” My husband asked as we drifted off to sleep. The clock struck midnight ushering in the new year… “Mama, what if I die?” Sitting on the corner of his bed, I rub his back…
First Snow
There was a lot of “1st Snow” excitement in the Billington household this morning. I decided there was no need to rush this morning; I could take the few extra minutes and shower after the kids got on the bus.…
Proverbs 31 Revisited
Women, how we can compete and compare and criticize: but today, on this Sabbath, we celebrate!O woman of valour, where do we find her?We find her here.We find you here.You are precious and so very cherished. A Woman of Valour,…
Will You Be My Mentor?
The words surprised me. Why would she ask ME? Instantly a list of names, amazing, godly, experienced, dynamic, solid, foundational, older women came to mind. Why wouldn’t she ask them? Perhaps I should suggest one of them to her. Immediately…
Who Goes?
Snow crunched beneath her boots as she forged a path across the icy walkway. Nervousness leapt in her heart as she fingered the handle of the bag, sensing the weight of it in her hands. She slipped it on the…
Where was Cupid?
As the Dollarstore aisles filled with pink and red and the lines to get in the Hallmark Store wrapped around the building, I couldn’t help but find my mind drift off to the many kinds of Valentine weekends I’ve experienced…
At Her Kitchen Table
It had been a long day of babies, toddlers and elementary children, homework and supper; bath, book, bed, bath, book, bed. My dishpan hands traced the lines etched into the faded wooden table top sitting in my cluttered kitchen as…
