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.
In the mess
I will be real and I will feel life and I will be Naaman who bends the knee, enters the muddy waters of the emotions. True lament is the bold faith that trusts Perfect Love enough to feel and cry authentic. Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts
I’m running for you, brothers and sisters
Dear Bipolar friend, dear Mom or Dad of a bipolar kid, dear friend whose loved one died of madness, This morning as I sit in my bed dog-tired from a packed, heart-breaking, heart-soaring, traffic-filled yesterday, I struggle to find my way into writing. And then, I remember you. And I remember why I’m writing on weekends and nights, why I’m missing events and postponing regular visits with friends.
In Pursuit
I know now that the Son shines in winter, and joy breaks me open to see it.
He never lets go . . .
Here goes, y'all: time to finish. Time to just stinking obey this God who never lets go of me. He's my life raft in the drown, my light in the darkness. And I'm going to trust Him.
