I had a memory pop up on Facebook the other day from 3 years ago. It was this post from when I was pregnant: Continue reading “Missing Them”
I’ve been fascinated by the idea of a tiny house ever since I first heard about them. I know my husband couldn’t live full time in one of them, but he says it would be cool to have one as a camper of sorts. Maybe we will have one some day, but if not, that’s okay, too.
We don’t have a big house – it’s just shy of 1,000 sq ft – so I like to keep it organized. My rule is everything needs a home or it can’t stay, and it has worked really well so far. Lately, though, I have been feeling a bit overwhelmed at the number of material items I’m responsible for. Continue reading “Working”
I wonder if I, at the time of His birth, would have realized the magnitude of what was happening, had I been there.
Would I have believed He was who they said He was before the miracles? Before His sermons? Before His Death? Before His Resurrection? Before the veil was torn and a way was made for me?
This day is a big day. The day His Father said, “It’s time. They need me. I want them. Now is the time.” Continue reading “Immanuel, God IS With Us”
I was sitting on the exam table waiting for the doctor to come back in, when the tears began to fall. I spoke. Not just to myself, but out loud, so the one I hate – the one who hates me and wants to destroy me – could hear what I had to say.
“You will not steal my joy. You will not make me despair. You will not ruin my marriage. You will not destroy me. You will not make me lose hope. I will STILL proclaim the goodness of the Lord! You will not win because HE already has.”
“You will not win because He already has.”
“YOU WILL NOT WIN BECAUSE HE ALREADY HAS WON THE VICTORY!”
When I got to the office and told the doctor I wasn’t Continue reading “Breaking”
Oh, Leeland. You would be turning two today. How can that be?
It seems like no time has passed since the day you were born, but it also seems like a lifetime ago. Time is a strange thing.
I miss you every day, sweet boy, and I wonder what you would be like.
Happy birthday. Today probably doesn’t mean much to you, baby boy. It’s just another piece of your eternity, but while you’re kneeling before our King, I still think of you on this day.
I love you.
A good friend and I were talking the other day about life – the good, the bad, and everything in between.
I love when I can have real conversations about real life.
We talked about depression, anxiety, loss, love, growth, passions, opportunities, and struggles. And after we had talked for a while, I said, “Man, we could talk forever and we would never be able to say it all.”
I was talking about Continue reading “We Can Never Say It All”
There are a million things I could say to you, but I’ll start with this: thank you.
Thank you for changing the thousands of diapers, for protecting me, and for loving me when I was just a new baby.
Thank you for being patient with me. I know I wasn’t an easy child – none of us were. You created space for us to be creative and Continue reading “This One’s For You, Mom”