Category: Parenting

Tita

I recently became a Nana for the first time.  My older, precious twin, Caleb, became a daddy in a less-than-traditional, but not terribly uncommon manner.  During the end of the pregnancy, before we knew with any certainty that He was related to us, we…

Bearing

I am tired In my flesh Triggered Abandoned Broken-hearted I am resentful Unable to be perfect Unable to arrive Human I am not willing to justify my actions to those who have yet to live anything near the last 35 years of my life…

2, Fix You

Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty. Anyone who keeps learning stays young.
– Henry Ford

Becoming Beloved

Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don’t try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, no deficient in any way.
James 1:2-4

’tis the season

Christmas is so different now for my family and me than it was just a bit ago.  The first year we moved here from Michigan and we saw plastic, light-up snowmen on balmy green lawns, it was somewhat disconcerting.  It felt weird to drive…

Here We Go, Again

My babies are moving out soon. Last year, in October, Hannah moved out, making our nest empty and I was ssstttrrruuugggggggggggllllliiiinnnggg for a minute.   Then just as I was deciding this was an okay gig and I began to enjoy my clean home, inviting…

Violated

It was summer time.  We lived in a quaint little cul de sac with a beautifully landscaped circle that the other houses all faced.  Our house was on the corner lot, furthest away from the pristine circle.

almost

sometimes the people that were supposed to love you endlessly without condition,  love you as best they can and hurt you deeply because they are only able to operate out of their brokenness and pride.  eventually this feels like they don’t really love you…

Family Secrets

Every family has them, right?  It’s just how things happen in this American culture, especially in the generation before mine, which I often call the “sweep it all under the rug” generation.

Oh, that I could (a mama’s lament)

If I could go back  and do it all again -or maybe just parts of it… I would honor who He made you to be more than forcibly attempting to mold you into who I thought you should become. I would listen more with…

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