When I was a child I believed every word my father said was gospel truth. I also believed his legs weighed 500 pounds a piece and he was invincible. I would learn quickly that he’s really a storyteller, my father. A veritable Chaucer he is,...
I recently had the privilege of going on a weekend away with some of my close friends to New York City. Our chief goal was to see some great Broadway shows and boy, did we! We had tickets for the Saturday night showing of "Dear Evan...
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...
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...
I’m a fixer. And an empath. Those two are a tough combination when dealing with all the hurt and sin and hard in a crowded world. Because there is a whole lot you can’t fix. In January, I was able to sneak away with two dear,...
As a teenager, I remember when my father would read a short devotional to me and my brother in the morning before we left for school. He wisely sought to lead our family spiritually and fill our minds and hearts with God's Word before we...