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When You’ve Got Nothing Left to Give…and need some help and some hope
About three months ago I began a program to get my teaching license and eventually my Masters in Education. At the time it seemed like a really good thing…even though I don’t have the money to pay for the program nor is the time to do it clearly evident. In fact when I was interviewing with…
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I Should Have Hugged Her
I was sitting here just finishing up my quiet time and it struck me. I should have hugged her. My 7-year old broke her toe last week. We are gimpy together…same foot even! It would be comical if it weren’t so pathetic. She won’t let me take a picture of our…
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When You Just Need to See Him…
While standing in the line at the grocery store yesterday, my phone rang. It was a friend from church. She said, “Hey, I’m bringing dinner to you tonight – you gonna be there in 30 minutes?” I’m sure the lady at the register thought I was a little nuts (yeah that happens a lot) because…
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Do You Know How to Count?
I discovered today that a broken foot has one odd benefit. I can wear socks out of the box under my bed. It’s a box full of socks with no match, but they are ones I really like so I keep holding out hope the match will miraculously appear. So far no luck. (and…
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sensory issues, socks, and serious stuff
So the other morning, my youngest daughter decided to completely fall apart about socks. To say it was a disaster is putting it mildly. About 5 minutes into the exchange, I realized that I was acting more immature than my 6 year old. I wasn’t sure how to stop the spiral, so unfortunately….I didn’t. I…
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Are You Under the Table Too?
On a recent Sunday, my pastor spoke on Matthew 15:21-28. It’s an interesting passage. The interchange between Jesus and a Canaanite momma imploring Him to heal her daughter is quite challenging. Jesus doesn’t respond how we would expect. He seems a bit rude. (I can’t believe I just wrote that Jesus appeared rude. That seems…
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Are You Okay with Broken?
Broken. One of those words that doesn’t bring a lot of joy. Who wants to be broken? Broken things. Broken bones. Broken relationships. Broken vows. Broken homes. Broken hearts. I assume we are all on the same page and don’t want that word to describe much if anything in our lives. In fact, the…
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Blissfully Aware
Someone shared with me recently that if a fire fighter trips and hurts himself while trying to save you from your burning house, you can be sued…for a lot of money. I’m not sure why my friend shared that with me…well, maybe it was a subtle encouragement regarding the clutter in my home. Golly, I…
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My Lists and My Lord
Sanity in the Storm Why is it that I’m most productive, energetic, and awake after eleven pm? Seriously. Why can’t I be a morning person? Actually I think I would be if I would just GO TO SLEEP ALREADY! I know if I put my head on my pillow I’d be sound asleep in seconds and yet…