Let’s preface this by saying everyone is in a different season of life and that’s OK. Resolutions are important, focusing your energy is important, and being held accountable is important – but sometimes these things just may not be in …
Great(er) Expectations
It happens every December 25: There’s the inevitable buildup (starting now in SEPTEMBER), the anticipation, the climax – and then, the letdown. I wish I were talking about something else – like a vacation, my birthday, (I’m not talking about …
Our Holy No
We were two months into being empty nesters when our youngest son started sending me a flurry of texts. He was attending a college nearby and desperately wanted my car for the weekend. Instead of responding with a simple, I’m …
The Womb Time That Winter Brings
Winter has a way of reminding me I can’t control every aspect of my life. Ever since I was young, I have loved the seasons. The unique feel, tastes and rhythms of nature have always whispered to me that there …
When My Five-Year-Old Evicted Jesus From His Heart
It was bedtime and it was my turn to tuck the little man in. We usually lay down with him for about 10 minutes before he sleeps. He uses that time wisely to ask for stories and make up some …
How’s the View
At a local coffee shop on a recent Saturday morning, I sat at a round table cradling a coffee mug and gabbing with friends. The café buzzed with activity, and our table mirrored the energy of the room. One friend took …
A Mom’s Story: Why Do I MOPS?
I MOPS because I was a mom with a toddler, a marriage looking at its tomb, and a freshly emptied womb. I was 12 weeks pregnant when I lost my second baby and gained a depression that started on my bathroom …
How To Take Your Kids To Church as a Solo Parent
Every summer I solo parent. I’m not a single parent, that’s different. Single parenting is real. Solo parenting is a strange alternate universe where I have a partner, but for six months it’s in the past: I had a husband. …
Tired Arms
My arms are so tired. I’ve hit a wall, and it’s a solid brick one that’s 4 feet wide and 70 feet high. I figured being a mom would be tiring. I counted on some sleepless nights and foggy mornings. …
Last Place in the Human Race
I’m too slow for my life. I reached this revelation recently at a stoplight, as I rolled my toothpaste-blue minivan up next to a red-hot Ferrari. It was a contrast too comical to ignore. So, I rolled down the window: …