My earliest memory is when I was 4-years-old. It was February 1987, and my whole world was about to change. I remember washing my hands and slipping on a child sized hospital gown…Read More
Like anyone else, my life has had its share of seasonal changes.
There was the long sunny summer of childhood whose days were shadowed only by a few passing clouds. The autumnal years of college and graduate school, a colorful and occasionally chilly transition into adulthood. And of course there was that one glorious spring when I fell madly in love, and the world seemed to be in full bloom…Read More
You’ve probably heard the phrase - those infamous words describing the kind of mom we’re NOT supposed to be - a “helicopter mom”.
When I first heard what a helicopter mom was, I was sure that would never be me…Read More
A few months ago, while scrolling through my Facebook feed, I came across this post from a friend.
I was so moved as she unfolded her story -- a story of hope in the midst of hopelessness, the gift of Christian sisterhood, the power of prayer, and just what can happen if we boldly reach out when the Holy Spirit tells us to…Read More
Two months ago I was idly people-watching in the Orlando airport, when these words went parading through the terminal, boldly emblazoned on the overstuffed tote bag of a mother carting three little ones to their gate.
Nothing in this bag
belongs to me…
It feels good to be writing again. And it feels even better being away from Facebook and Instagram. You might remember I took a little pause from social media during Advent and throughout Christmas. And once the new year arrived I realized I didn’t miss it one bit.
This wasn’t my first time disconnecting from the social media world…Read More
It was a late night in early December. The clock read 1 am, and I still couldn’t fall asleep. As my restless body tossed, my weary mind turned - with anxiety and fear for one of my struggling kids.
I longed for sleep to finally come and rescue me from my anxious thoughts. Then suddenly I felt a reassuring Presence and heard a quiet voice inside...Read More
Advent. The arrival. His arrival. It’s upon us.
For me, Advent is often an afterthought because Christmas takes all of my focus (and energy). From Thanksgiving right on into the New Year, Christmas is the only thing I set my heart and eyes on.
Perhaps it’s because radio stations and stores begin playing Christmas music on November 1…Read More
The feast of Thanksgiving took on new meaning for me when our son, Daniel, was born.
I feasted twice that year, once in the hospital and once at home. They were the most glorious meals of my life.
I know everything surrounding a birth is tinted by the rosy glow of exaggerated memory, but it was a holiday unlike any other. And like any mother, I love to relish the details…Read More
I could hear my husband reading the horrific details out loud to my teenage son, as Corrie ten Boom described the unimaginable conditions she endured with her sister Betsie in the barracks of a Jewish concentration camp. She chronicles her story in her riveting memoir “The Hiding Place”.
I could barely stomach the agony of their hardships, or wrap my brain around how God could ever allow such a cruel atrocity.
But then my husband got to the part about the fleas…Read More
“I don’t know how you do it…” she said after glancing at my humongous (pregnant) belly and then at my three young children. “I can barely do this with my one, and you have four!”
I smiled and assured her, “I promise you that your hard is the same kind of hard as mine - it just looks different.”
(We didn’t fist bump, but I wish we had...)Read More
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted children.
And I’m ashamed to admit how judgmental I was toward women who didn’t want them; and how blind I was to the pain of the women who desperately wanted them, but couldn’t.
Until the day I stood in both of their places...Read More
I’m a terrible friend.
This is a lie I have believed for years.
And I had to come face to face with it during a recent visit to Salt Lake City, Utah. I took a trip to visit a best friend I had not spent time with in almost 7 years…Read More
In my secret heart of hearts, all I ever really wanted to be was a mom.
As little girls, my sisters and I spent countless hours playing with our dolls, mothering them with the kind of love and tenderness that only children can pour out on silent, inanimate objects…Read More
Two weeks ago, I got the phone call that every parent fears. When I answered the phone, I heard the voice of a terrified, shaken and crying 19-year-old boy saying, “Mom, I was in an accident...”Read More
Some girls played house as a child, but I played business. I spent hours turning our family’s guest room into a business office. I remember using old data reports my dad brought home and would study them. I organized my desk with pens, a stapler, a calculator, and a busted telephone and keyboard. I loved the sound the keys made as I typed up my “reports”…Read More
“But, I don’t really get what you’re ‘doing’.” My friend said casually.
We were having dinner with pals when the topic of the Mother’s Prayer Companion came up. And her question hit a pain point…Read More