I recently read bitter and calloused words that downplay anything special about love. Very bah humbug. Let’s consider a reality check about what true love really is. My romance has little that would equate it with what we see in movies or read in books. My husband doesn’t buy into all the commercial stuff either.… Read More
My arm covers my eyes as I flop down onto the bed. Hot tears coming sting as I struggle with failure. Again. A sliver of light sneaks under my arm, inviting me to lift my arm and look towards the brightness. Towards hope and fresh understanding. One of the hardest things we ever do… Read More
Tell me about your imperfect life, and I’ll tell you about mine Discouragement already flows in the new year, from women who just aren’t measuring up somehow. Falling for the beautiful Instagram feeds of perfection and loveliness. Afraid to show their vulnerability. Fragility. Messiness. Illness.
Are you ready to make a significant change in your life? Me too. Local bookstores and magazine check out aisles are saturated with promises of surefire success tips marketed to the standard hopes. Lose weight in 30 days, Pay off your debt with 3 easy tips, Become the best you! How sweet these promises sound,… Read More
525,600 minutes will be wrapping up tomorrow night as the clock strikes midnight. 2017 will be a memory, while 2018 dawns with fresh possibility. So, how will you look back on this year? I choose to remember the year with gladness, with gratitude and fullness of spirit. It wasn’t all bright and sunshiney days,… Read More
Her eyes scanned the room, internally berating herself for everything she saw. Ugh, why can’t my house ever be clean! I just wanted to make things nice and just look how that project turned out. I wish I could decorate like all those people on Instagram. I just don’t have skills. I mean, everything… Read More
In this season of anticipation, I am reminded of Mary as she waited for Jesus’ arrival. She understood the season of waiting. The urgency, and yet the unknown, of an impending season. Yet I wonder…did she feel peaceful? Frazzled? Hopeful? Content?
K‘s husband passed away 5 months ago this week. It was sudden, tragic and has left her and their children in a world of crushing grief. The adage about Murphy’s Law seems to be penned regarding her family since then. Desperately hard things keep happening, yet… K is a master of gratitude.
We are responsible for making every event special, every holiday memorable, every ordinary moment unforgettable. We are women, we are mothers, we are wives, we are all things to all people. Except, when we’re not.
As my 25th birthday neared, I found myself somewhat despondent. As if my life was all downhill from there (and indeed, this was the attitude of most of my peers). As if the good days had passed us by. I had no clue that the best days hadn’t even begun!