For Those Who are Hurting

For Those Who are Hurting

On a cold December night a few years ago, I made myself a cup of hot chocolate and grabbed my favorite blanket. The news had reported perfect viewing conditions for a meteor shower, and for whatever reason, I didn’t want to miss this one. We live on the edge of a...
For All the Times You Made It…

For All the Times You Made It…

A long line of children filed onto the risers. I followed the blonde haired girl in front of me, and turned as we found our place on the front row. The front row is, of course, reserved for the shortest (and best) singers in my opinion. I made a quick scan of the...
For Those Who are Hurting

In the Morning… When I Rise

“Mooooooooma!” A wild-haired, sleepy-eyed, nearly 3 year old calls to me from her room. “Mooooma! I’m awake! Come get me!” “Shhhh, baby girl! I’m coming! Bubby is still asleep!” “Momma! I’m awake too!” a groggy second voice echoes down the hallway. “Well, Bubby was...
For Those Who are Hurting

To the Lonely Mommy

I guess I just didn’t understand how someone could never be alone and yet still feel so… lonely. I remember the day that I quit my job. It was in the back of my heart, but I wasn’t quite sure that that I would go through with it. When my son was born, there was no...
Hey, Mom? I Just Wanted to Say…

Hey, Mom? I Just Wanted to Say…

Hey, mom? I’ve been meaning to tell you. I just haven’t had the words… I appreciate what you’re doing. The early mornings and the long nights are hard. I’m trying to figure it all out. I know that you are too. We’re both new at all of this. But I want you to know that...
Broken Mirrors

Broken Mirrors

Every morning, (well, the mornings that I actually put on makeup) I use a handheld mirror to look at myself up close. This is usually my last step. I’ve put on the foundation and color and plucked and curled and touched-up, and when I think I’ve gotten...
For Those Who are Hurting

What My 4 Year Old Wants You to Know About Yelling

I’m guilty. I’m sure you are too. The paint ends up on the wall after the 30th, “Don’t do it!” The baby gets hit with a flying toy after you specifically said, “Don’t throw it!” The toddler isn’t listening. The preschooler isn’t listening. The teenager isn’t...
Sandbox Lessons

Sandbox Lessons

With the arrival of Spring came new sand for our backyard play area. My kids have spent what seems like every waking hour out there scooping and shoveling and digging. This afternoon, we invited our friends over to play with us. The group quickly abandoned the idea of...
For Those Who are Hurting

Why I’m a Mess & That’s Okay

I was on my way into the grocery store the other day (my life seems to revolve around very little other than shopping for food, making food and cleaning food off of dishes and people.) And I walked past a little vending machine with a small Christian magazine inside....
For Those Who are Hurting

Communication Fail: I Say, He Hears, We Both Lose

When I was in the middle of my first miscarriage, my husband went to the store and bought a new kitchen faucet. Ours had been broken for weeks, and he hadn’t mentioned the idea of fixing it once. But for whatever reason… we left our doctor’s appointment and drove...
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