Anna used to play a game on her iPod. It would show an extreme closeup picture of an object, and she had to correctly guess what the object was. Most of them were easy for her, but every now and then, she'd get stumped and come running to me, asking for the answer. Usually I couldn't… Continue reading I Lift My Eyes
What do we tell our children? Here's one Christian mama's message...
"I feel like He is telling me that my identity isn't in my healing, just like my identity wasn't in my being sick..."
So a horse walks into a bar, and the bartender looks up and says, "Hey! Why the long face?" Badump. Chhhhhhiiiiiing. Sorry. I legitimately could not think of any other way to start this post. Ha! It's mid-August! Back to school time, back to routine, back to school pick-up lanes, back to multiple colors of… Continue reading Horse Faces and Updates
I've written about it before... how Satan's strategy is to separate the wounded from the herd. It's a classic predatory move. And super effective, if we let him get away with it.
Some mornings, I wake up, and it feels like my mind has already guzzled half a gallon of coffee, been to the gym, stamped out a full day's work, and is tapping its foot impatiently waiting for my lazy body to come around. Consciousness, for me, can feel like turning the TV on in the… Continue reading Side Effects of Living
This post isn't coming out the way I want it to. My words won't work. My eyes ache from the tears. No one near to me has died (thank God), but I'm grieving just the same. Some people who mean a lot to me are no longer going to be in my life the same… Continue reading Better to Have Loved and Lost?