For two years she has wanted simply to be seen. For much longer than that, really, but especially since the move away from all she’d known. From all her children had known. From being known. (Because back then and there she had been seen and known through years of friendships that felt like favorite shirts and Sunday after Sunday surrounded by the same church family and living in close proximity to actual by blood family.) So if she ever felt unknown and unseen back then and there, it felt nothing like after the move.… read more
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Amid the swirling fears of the unknown and the losses stacked higher than the victories, a question kept bubbling up to the surface of my mind: Will you trust Me still? And I decided that no matter what lay ahead for us, we could not let anything obscure our view of the God who inexplicably gave us everything, even in the taking away.
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Sometimes we think we are near the end of a thing and we get there and God says not yet. That’s where I find myself today. More waiting, which is not what I wanted. At all. I’ve been pouting over it all week, because honestly?
It’s happened to me. It happened just this morning.
I had dropped Elijah off at school and was taking the usual route home. A little longer route than the way I drive down there, simply to avoid the rush headed back north to downtown.… read more
It’s a bit embarrassing that I’ve gotten behind (again) on my 52 weeks of gratitude posts. If I’m counting correctly, this is my sixteenth post, but it’s been nineteen weeks since I began. Ugh! And THIS month of all the months to slack up on gratitude.… read more
Right or wrong, we generally try hard to protect our kids from watching the news. They know there is evil in the world, but I guess we just want to protect them from the details for now. Yesterday during a football game, a news bit came on that left Elijah asking what happened in Paris.… read more
I’m 39 now. And it’s ok. It’s good. 39 is just fine…
and I’m convinced that 40 will be just fine as well. Exciting, even, because who knows what is yet to come?
Certainty is the mark of the commonsense life– gracious uncertainty is the mark of the spiritual life.
I remember well the first time I ever read Welcome to Holland. I was in my second quarter at Auburn University in an Introduction to Special Education Class that I took as a precursor to beginning the Communication Disorders program.… read more
Without going into much detail because, believe me you’d rather I not, I had outpatient surgery early last week. Not a huge deal, but was something I’d been waiting to happen for a while to relieve some discomfort. The procedure had already been rescheduled once, so to say I was eager to get it done and behind me is a big old understatement.… read more