Falling Forward Into Arms of Grace to Finish. The. Race.
How many beautiful moments have I stared into the rearview mirror so desperate, so broken, that I had to stop moving forward as my knees buckled in disgrace?
Stocking Up in the Land of Plenty
First published as part of the series, Manna, Quail, and Breast Milk Please read Exodus 16 He humbled you, causing you to hunger and then feeding you with manna, which neither you nor your ancestors had known, to teach you that man does not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of the LORD. Your clothes did not wear out and your feet did not swell during these forty years. Know then in your heart that as a man disciplines his son, so the LORD your God disciplines you. Deuteronomy 8:3-5 At first glance, God’s provision for the Israelites in the wilderness is astonishing,…
Dog-paddling Mama Relaxes into His Unforced Rhythms of Grace
Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. Matthew 11:28-30 Sometimes you don’t know you’re missing something until you’re mid-leap. Lately, I’ve been leaping a lot: quaking in my boots as I submit guest posts and applications to blogging groups, attending my church’s SHE retreat for the first time, enrolling the boys in a new school, agreeing to be a Bible Study leader for…
Holding Sand
I sometimes wake in the early morning & listen to the soft breathing of my children & I think to myself, this is one thing I will never regret & I carry that quiet with me all day long. “No Regret” at Storypeople.com So, it’s the last week of summer. For me, this last week of summer marks the end of an era: my Rainbow baby is going to kindergarten. I know that every mama out there who walks her baby into kindergarten this fall will tearfully nod their heads: it went too fast, and it took so long . . . I want to jump for joy that he…
The Great Net Drop
At once they left their nets and followed him. Matthew 4:20 We all want to act like we’re not. We rouge and powder ego, cover seeping wounds with designer labels, stuff our homes full of temporality. We watch our sparkly watches tick, tick time, forgetting life paces us in our stand still. Every moment, every pulse, meant to frolic and savor and wring out, pours from our pitcher of carelessness. Our bodies wither as we shake hands, skin wrinkles paper thin, organs slow blink by blink. No, this isn’t what you say in a Friday “give me something to go on, Taylor” blog. But it is the truth: this life,…
