We use the word "hope" often. I hope my child grows to love Jesus. I hope my husband experiences healing here with his rheumatoid arthritis. I hope that you have a good day. I hope you enjoy the holiday season. I hope that I live fully to glorify Christ. The only place to put my… Continue reading Hope In One Thing
Jack turned one a few Sundays ago. My heart was full with thanks, memories, relief that that first month was not to be relived:). What a beautiful, fun-loving, joyful, strong, funny, determined little one we are blessed with. In the time of postpartum depression, I could never have imagined the beauty of his life and… Continue reading Where does my hope come from?
In the last few days I have had several conversations that remind me that our feelings can be tricky. We have feelings for a reason. They help us express joy and enjoy life. They can be exhilirating. They often can alert us to something big going on in our heart and relationships. Feelings are not… Continue reading Feelings, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Feelings…
My heart is full, pondering, and noisy at times. These last few weeks have been full of well-wishers, buzz, and a continued sickness. I have thought often of Mary "pondering all these things in her heart." (I am not comparing myself to her--cannot imagine pondering the immensity of that gift of life!) I have… Continue reading A Beautiful Symphony
Life does not happen like you think it will. False expectations we hold are crushed, and we learn what it really means to live. Sometimes we allow those crushed expectations to define us--sometimes we counter them with the truth of Christ and find a greater hope in the midst. Is that not what our lives… Continue reading A brief feel of home…
Well, here we are...or rather here I am. Today is the day I turn 35. I awoke with a heavy heart this morning. A heavy heart for friends who are hurting to the core of who they are, a baby who is fighting for her life, even pets of friends who are very sick. The… Continue reading 35 and counting
Oh, the curse of being a woman--comparison. "If I just had her style, her family, her husband, her job, her finances, her mom and dad, her disposition, her body type and metabolism, her freedom, her city..." I could go ON and ON. Why do we torture ourselves? We dare to compare every hour of the… Continue reading Bloom where you’re planted.