I get her text. “I am never, ever, ever, never coming home.” And I knew she was hooked. Full blown. Undone. In love. Only sixteen. From a family who doesn’t practice dating…..But, I knew when she saw him, her heart would be mush melting. And all logic. Useless. After all, she is my daughter. And go […]
Why The Church Is Afraid Of Being Real. Guest post from my Son.
It breaks my heart, you know. Just over two weeks ago, I was spending my days drinking up the Hawaiian sun. Picking my wardrobe was easy, when wearing a tank top and board shorts every day was expected. More time was spent in the sea that on land. And the sea, oh the sea. Liquid bliss, […]
When God Calls. And Son Returns Home Again.
He sits upstairs. Strumming. Quietly. Bellowing through this mom space. Notes filling….all that’s been lost. This last year. Without him. And why is it. Letting go is easy in words or theory? But, when left. Alone. Without son. Or spouse. Or home. Or any last resort. Letting go is the hardest thing to do? And wondering […]
When A Homeless Man Smiles. A Tent. And BMW’s.
In the city. I read a story. Pregnant homeless woman. Losing her business. Without money. Begging for food. Because inside her….His light. A gift. A baby. And I see it drive by….as it almost hits us. The symbol. Significant. Racing down freeway to get to its exit. As if no one else exists……but them. Then, there […]
When A Homeless Man Chases You. In China.
We emerge. Half way across the world. From an underground subway. And his feet are the first thing I see. Patched with stories of the places that he has been. Calloused. Filthy. Me. Dumbstruck. Imagining the reality. Some people don’t have shoes. Ascending from below. Shanghai. Navigating through thousands of silent people. To the streets. Up the […]
What does it Means to be a “good” Mother? 11 Children Later.
What does it mean to be a “good” mother? I have often asked and wondered. Going into parenting, 19 years ago, I was oblivious to it’s description. I boiled rice. Burnt toast. Struggled with the all night need to rock and hold my babies. And not sleeping, of course. I had no idea how to wash […]