“Mom,” my youngest called while sitting in the front seat of our new car.
I heard her plea, but I didn’t respond. I was too busy swinging my head from side to side, making sure that I didn’t hit the, ummm, already crushed brick on the left of my driveway or trample over the grass on the right.
But she didn’t let up, “Maaaaam!,” she whined with attitude, a skill her old sister helped her perfect months ago. Continue reading
Have you ever had those moments either as a parent or a person that just seem like a total fail?
I’m not talking like you’re grouchy or just out of sorts, I mean like epic- utter- you’re not sure who you turned into- FAIL.
I had one of those yesterday. Total nose dive… and the weird thing is that it was like I saw myself going down. Mayday! Mayday! She’s not pulling up!!!! Continue reading
Dear sisters (and misters… this has been the request),
I want to write to those of you who are tired- tired of being brave or strong or carrying on, and to those who have a friend in this place.
Yes, in fact, I write particularly to you… you who are seeing this from the outside. Continue reading
I’m working something out right now. You know those thoughts that won’t leave you alone, the ones that stir you up and you can tell that you and God need to sort something out?
It’s one of those.
And while it would be easy to get caught in the details of this tussle, it’s not important. Juicy, yes, but irrelevant just the same. Continue reading
I rarely post pictures, but I had to because this captures us, my little team. Silly. Goofy. I love that about them. They keep me young.
And while they are growing up, today… today it was mine turn. Continue reading
The words didn’t even register. Continue reading
I can’t help but share what happened today in the car because you really can’t get a clear understanding of what it is like to raise a fourteen year old boy in a house full of girls unless you are right smack dab in the middle of it. I mean, even the books on raising boys don’t prepare you for all the farts, wrestling and just plain madness one will encounter with boys in the house.
It started innocently enough. I had picked up my Alex from school and then Jake. We were headed to pick up Brooke (yes… three different schools because life is just not crazy enough) when I pulled out Alex’s spelling list.
To my Christian friends,
I have been thinking lately about what I want to say and how it can be put in a way that you can hear me, that you can hear my heart.
First, let me say that I know you mean well. I truly do. I know most of you don’t intentionally say things that are hurtful or biting. Your intent is not to cause more pain… but often it does. You walk away thinking that you spoke God’s truth, but in reality, it may have been a sprinkling of salt on an open wound. Continue reading
Oh dear friend, it breaks my heart to see you going through this. Not just because I love you so, but because I have been where you are headed and your fears are so familiar to me.
So, when you talk about what will happen to your children and the impact this may have on them, when your home is separated, when mom and dad no longer live together, I cannot help but cry. For I wept over my children… I still do at times. Continue reading
I love letters. I love to write to others. I love to write to myself. I know, sound odd, but I do. I seem to hear more clearly when I read letters.
So here is my first.
A Letter to one who is grieving separation or divorce
Dear friend, Continue reading