Good News, Bad News: Dancing with God While You Weep

Ecclesiastes tells us there's a time to dance and a time to weep. But life begs me ask the question, is there a time for both? I've long been convinced of the need for the appropriateness of responding to seasons of grief with tears and seasons of gain with glee. But what about when both … Continue reading Good News, Bad News: Dancing with God While You Weep

Noise

My five year old does the funniest thing sometimes- he covers his ears, and then yells whatever message it is he's trying to get to someone else. He's so desperate to get the words across, so hilariously cracked-up in his goofiness, or so deeply angry, that he screams or hollors or shouts whatever it is … Continue reading Noise

To The Hiding and Hurting on Mother’s Day

National Foster Care Month. ALS Awareness Month. International Bereaved Mother's Day. Mother's Day. It's May. All of these calendar happenings have me remembering, which doesn't take much, because May is a month of memories anyways. And under the weight of this quarantine, the remembering of that season and the reality of this current one have … Continue reading To The Hiding and Hurting on Mother’s Day

When the Whole World Changes and Spring Seems Lost: Five Truths for the Panic

And then the world you know rips the rug out from under you and is no longer the world you know. We are stuck at home, the calendar wiped clean, cancellations prevalent, friends unseen, momentum gone. I've been here before. Two years ago, when the rug was ripped out from under me the last time, … Continue reading When the Whole World Changes and Spring Seems Lost: Five Truths for the Panic

In the Middle: He Will Not Leave Me Here.

And just like that, winter clasped its ugly hand over my mouth and stifled the words that would be. "It's been a long time since you posted anything," Facebook notification reminds me. I know. I know it has, but there's two types of too hard- too hard that I have to write and too hard … Continue reading In the Middle: He Will Not Leave Me Here.

The Roller Coaster Ride of Life

I watched the roller coaster climb and couldn't even bring myself to believe he was on it. Fighting my own nausea despite not even being on the ride, praying ceaselessly, and resisting panic, I mainly planted myself in denial. This could not be happening. How could I let myself believe that my petite-not-even-40-pounds-just-turned-7-year-old was slowing … Continue reading The Roller Coaster Ride of Life