The gift of Grace

was scrambling this week. There was just too much kids and too little me.

Mom,  I pleaded on the phone,  I’m not going to make it to pick up Alex from dance. Can you grab her? I’m stuck in Pasadena picking up Brooke. 

She saved the day, grabbing my youngest and bringing her home. We had arrived home at about the same time.  I gave my youngest a quick squeeze and then turned to give my mama a “you totally saved me today” gi-normous hug.

“Oh honey, I love your hair, ” my mom gushed. Continue reading

My son’s response

In case you think this is going to be one of those posts about my amazing kid that cheered me on and texted all his friends to say how proud he was of me… it’s not.

In case you think that I am about to paint a picture of a kid that, bless his heart, was so tender and “Jesus-like” that it made the rest of us want to vomit… you’re in luck.

This is not that post.  Continue reading

A glimpse of Greatness. Mother Teresa’s Missionary Charity Center

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Well, we arrived safely in Kolkata and there is something about this place, like a piece of art.

The hues are rich and vibrant, buildings of lime green and rusted orange, sari’s of fuchsia and yellows. This has to be one of my favorite places on earth. So full of life. Beauty.

Oh, yes the poverty is here. Make no mistake, there is no missing that, but there is beauty as well. I suppose that is all life, dear sisters, room for poverty- physical poverty- poverty of spirit- poverty of finances- and beauty- beauty in the world around us- beauty in life- beauty in laughter.

Poverty. Beauty. Dwelling side by side. Continue reading

My Day in the Brothel- Okay, What did you do with my Daughter (PART 5)

Okay, What did you do with my Daughter (PART 5)

After a long day, my thoughts turned back to Brooke as we finished our ride in the cab. Was it a mistake to leave her while I visited the Drop in Center? I mean, I trust my team- my colleagues- but this is India.

I started to wonder how she was doing without me. After seeing girls her age… babies, just babies and how they were raised. No protection. No protection from the pains of this world. No protection of their innoncence….. Continue reading

crazy breeds crazy

Sometimes the craziness in my home just catches me off guard.

I find myself thinking, did I just get teleported to some kind of alternate universe?

Ever happen to you?

Take last Wednesday. The kids and I were sitting down for dinner. They were grabbing their napkins (aka paper towels because I don’t think I have ever bought a napkin in my life) and silverware and were headed to the table and our conversation went something like this.  Continue reading

To my Christian friends (Divorced: Part 4)

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