“You’re enough.” I hear a whisper, one coffee-less morning all alone in my car, returning from taking my youngest daughter to her first day of Kindergarten. After homeschooling eight years and burying myself in the duties of children, I was nothing short of exhausted. Still, “Who could that be?” I questioned. It was clear, I […]
Have You Failed at Gluing Yourself Back Together? UNITE Link Party
I heard it crash. One of those mother-moments when you know you could either “get loud”, or “get lower”. I chose “lower still”, tip toeing into the entry hall, finding one of my photos of my nieces and both my daughters shattered on the floor. I pick up the frame, not saying a word. Hearing my […]
Beauty Isn’t Found in Gluing Leaves to Barren Trees
Row of Japanese Maples lining our driveway , now sit barren. Yesterday, their strawberry hews, fire blazing reds, pumpkin and canary colors hailed entry into our home. Now they stand like empty arms, barren sticks reaching helplessly vertical to the sky. A wind blew in last night. Without warning. While fruit bowl colors clung on for […]
The Power of “Sozo”!
I can’t get it out of my head. I turn to it. 4:00 in the morning. Awake in my bed. And after soaking in the church for four decades. I feel lastly ignorant to the simple steps…it requires to meet Jesus. I mean….I have taught Bible studies. Prayer ministry. Children’s Ministry. I have done the routine….over […]
Taking Back Childhood. Then, Giving it Away.
I have been here before. When hair was turned back. Kept flat by pigtails restraining me from life. But this time, I have a pigtailed one of my own. And two nearly grown. Here beside me. Rocks make “C” shape around the wild sea. And I step out onto white sand seeping deep within my toes. […]
When Music Heals & a Broken Girl Finds Jesus.
It lingers. Song of healing. Past the laundry room. Down the hall. From her room. The broken one. Mending. And she is not who she used to be. Any longer. Quiet. Scared. Fearful. Hiding behind a smile draped across her hurting. Today. Our eyes can meet. And I can see her soul. Barely. More at some […]