Today I awoke to my son's voice speaking my name. Each morning he squashes up his little body next to the door of his room and yells loudly to whoever will hear him, pleading for release. I pad softly over to his door, hair tangled and...
It is six o’clock in the morning. I am on an overnight business trip to New York, alone in my hotel room. Weak streams of dawn light leak around the edges of the blackout shades on the window of my room in the Club Quarters...
Sometimes I catch myself trying to be more than a mom to my boys. It was subtle at first, so subtle it took me awhile to recognize what was happening; but when the realization finally tiptoed into my awareness, I knew exactly what stood behind...
It's my little boy's nap time which also means its my time with Jesus. All is well, and I curl up into my bed, propping myself up on the large, husband pillow I used to nurse and cuddle four babes with over the last nine...
My kids love it when I read them the story of how God created the world. I love reading how in each aspect of creation, God looked at his work and declared it "good." I like to think about this when I consider the work...
My struggle with perfectionism began in my late teen years. I am a type-A personality and long for excellence in everything I do. And yet, I found myself in high school being on the B-string for sports and making above average (but not perfect) grades. High...
I pledged myself to my husband just shy of thirteen years ago. It’s been a whirlwind of deployments, moves, pregnancy, babies, loss, grief, and joy. And still, he reaches for my cracked fingers (washing dishes eight billion times a day will do that to you),...
We as humans aspire to a lot of things - to make a difference in the world, to experience success or gain fortune, to be productive and fruitful in our spheres of work and daily living. Our aspirations (or the synonym "ambitions") can be positive...
Happy almost Valentine's Day, everybody! Did you just say, "ugh"? I definitely heard a silent ugh. Or was that in my own head? :) Don't get me wrong, I'm undeniably romantic. But Valentine's Day rolls around each year and feels a little forced and fabricated; all flashy...
Dear Ba-Bees (Translation = What my son calls his pacifiers), Today we said goodbye to you all. I was told that some really amazing parents out there have tied you all to helium balloons and watched you fly up into the sky in a seemingly majestic...