Husband of mine, when you get home you may have a few minor questions for me. You know, mostly revolving around when and why the sanity left our home. While I’m not able to fully answer that without a lawyer present, I can at least …
My counselor asked me once why I always feel behind. Oh gracious, I could write a book about that. But it all starts with intending to wake up before my children, and snoozing in just a few extra peaceful minutes only to find one of them waking me …
“Fat people gotta eat!” she said as she poked around an end of aisle snack food display at the grocery store. She’d been talking half to herself, half to my three year old son who has the innocence and charm to engage many a stranger. …
Angry little voices broke the veil between reality and whatever vague dream my sleepy mind wandered in. I yelled one of those pointless things we say as parents when we our plans don’t include dealing with petty and ridiculous now or ever. “Everyone just work it out!” I scanned …
“I don’t know” has become one of the most refreshing phrases to hear others say, and yet it doesn’t roll off my own tongue easily. In fact, sometimes I have to chase it down and drag it out of my mouth kicking and screaming. I …
I still remember the first day I met Maura Eckels, my guest blogger for today. We were at a mutual friend’s graduation party and her sweet love of children found her gravitating towards the playground where I was swinging my kiddos. From the first conversation, I could …
I stifled my suffocating emotions as I cuddled the boy I’d reduced to frightened tears only moments before. It didn’t matter that he had pushed all my buttons. It didn’t matter that he’d angrily pulled the dresser drawers onto his bed and had plastered the floor with …
Ever tell your kid or your friend something really incredibly wise…and later realize you’re not applying that wisdom for yourself? That’s how I felt this week as I finished up my “Gray Walk” video. I recently bought a new 18 month planner and frankly I’m obsessed …
“Cain attacked his brother Abel and killed him.” The last time I felt so sick to my stomach over racism was in a little town in South Carolina where my Memaw used to live. We’d driven down to visit her and on a whim decided to take …
One day I plan to write a whole book about how encountering God requires a constant surrender and reshaping of our expectations of Him. But until then, I’ll keep it brief. Whenever our expectations of God don’t align with the reality of who He is, …