hope
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…
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…
Girlfriend, are you lonely?
A lone text, “I’m struggling.”A phone call, “Today is hard.”A Facebook message, “It’s been a day.” The quiet teen, behind the screen, scrolling through newsfeeds of activity.The busy working woman, beige file folders spilling over her desk.The smiling young mother,…
Remember when…
Remember when we gathered together, hands raised, voices raised, hearts raised? Remember when our mouths spread wide in uncovered smiles, in greetings, in worship?Remember when our pencils itched to scratch and create and dream of new ways to share His…
Let’s be honest. There are tears in the in between
Friday loomed dark and cold before us all week. We’d been preparing for weeks for the love coupled with the heartbreak that we’d find yet again in the bread and the cup at the cross of Christ. As much as…
Are Those Tears on my Cheeks?
The quiet waves of hysterectomy. My vision clouds with the pressing darkness of remembering there was no reprieve, no cycle to prepare for, just an outgoing drain of life, an ongoing battle to push through. I'm lost recalling the struggle…
What Role Models Do You Have?
We arrived at the school 5 plus hours after leaving our hotel in Port-au-Prince this morning. Traffic in the city had been at a literal standstill and the stop-and- go twists and turns of the remaining 4 hours into the…
When Darkness Threatens, Look for Fireflies
“Turn on the light!” He bellows in a rage from his bedroom. There is a tremor in his voice. I know rage that sounds so angry stems from fear, a fear I’ve yet been able to teach him to move…
The Last Day of School; Who Grades Mom?
Raise your hand if you’re a Mom and this week, or two, or three, was a tad bit overwhelming? Both hands raised here. The schedule alone was demanding. The back and forth, the here and there. Literally Saturdays and every…
It’s in a Post It Note
Another Easter weekend rounds the bend with the smell of confectionary sugar wafting through the stores. Thick chocolate smudges line our toddler’s plump pink lips like an unfortunate mishandling of Mama’s new lipstick. Streaks of mud find their way on…
