Upon your baby’s first day of kindergarten
Hold onto the joy, and let go of your regrets. Praise the Lord for the gift it is to walk through another doorway of motherhood, over another starting line with your child's hand in yours.
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…
Saint Wannabe
For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. Romans 7:19-20 Since I was a little girl, I aspired to holiness like my brother aspired to be a professional football player. Religion seemed so simple: follow the rules, life goes great, you go to heaven. And, I was great at following the rules! It just came naturally to me, kind of like a talent. But there are by-products to a character fastened to rigidity: a prideful heart filled with…
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,…
“Beacon of Hope”
My dear friend, Sheri Blumberg, shared this note on Facebook about her journey grieving her daughter, Tessa. I think it is so important to be highlighting other moms who have survived the loss of their children, and who are fervent in helping others through their pain. Sheri spends much of her time volunteering with the TEARS foundation. Here are her words: After Tessa September 11, 2011 My daughter’s death does not define me. I will not let my life be found in her death. Rather, I will let her life bring meaning to mine. September 28, 2008 split time into two realms for me: before Tessa, and after Tessa. Before…
