I wasn’t a girl who wanted to be a mom. Yes, I played with dolls, but it wasn’t my heart’s desire to mother. Yet, once I became pregnant with my oldest son, I was altered in the sweetest ways: the...
“God is faithful, who has called you into fellowship with his Son, Jesus Christ our Lord.” 2 Thessalonians 3:3 It was a perfect day—one of the best days of my life, May 1, 2021. My oldest son, Samuel, got married to his...
I knew he did not want to face his mother falling apart that early September morning (or any day, really). But there I was in the kitchen, in my oh-so-attractive green robe, sporting wild bedhead, willing the tears to stop....
The Practice of Gratitude: Part 1 During my fourth pregnancy, we purchased a house that needed extensive work. As moving day approached, the doctor placed me on partial bed rest. It was a stressful time: making moving preparations, finishing our home...
When my son, Josiah, was three, he often said, "I so proud" after catching one of us doing something "good". I can still hear his raspy voice sputtering those words. Sweet words. Sweet boy. "I'm proud of you" is a blessing...
Graduations bring reflection and sentimentality, don't they? I find myself in that mode as another graduation approaches. Motherhood surpasses anything in my natural gifting, energy level, and temperament. Had you told me in my youth I would be a mom someday,...
"The Heaven's declare the glory of God; the sky displays His handiwork." Psalm 19:1 NET Whenever I spend time with a little person, I find myself in awe of their awe, especially little people around the age of three to four. This...
Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love. ~Mother Teresa My light lost its shine during a trying time around nine years ago. I was in the abyss of homeschooling three wild...
Most days, I'm jumping from thing to thing. When the year began, one of my goals was to spend more time praying for those I love, yet I wrestled with how that would work with my schedule. So, I began waking...
My seventeen-year-old Noah came home from youth group a few months ago and said, "I want to go to Ethiopia." I replied, "Wow! Well, maybe someday." That's the typical mom answer, but in my head, I thought—it's not going to happen,...