It had been a very long week. After struggling through a family crisis, dealing with the holiday shenanigans and ultimately caring for my sick daughter who contracted a virus that catapulted her asthma to dangerous heights, I was depleted and done. We had been trapped in this sickness for days, and I hadn’t been able to get out to the grocery to pick up some medicine that I foolishly believe can help quiet her flare. I needed to go. My daughter begged me not to leave her alone, but I convinced her it would be a quick trip and that she...

I can define myself in so many ways. So can you. I like to think of our identity as a miraculous puzzle, in which we add piece by piece of who we are as time goes on and life is lived. Much like a puzzle, we slowly form a picture of who we are through the various ways we experience life, and the countless turns that add new descriptive components to claim as our own. So many significant pieces fit into our presentation… So many parts we possess. As we grow older, these segments shift to different places, leaving more room to add another...

In celebration of this “Love” holiday, I decided to ask Cassidy and Cade what they would look for in a future spouse.  I really was curious to learn their perspective on what makes a good husband or wife. What they value in a person they would be spending the rest of their life with, is a window into what they are learning about love and what ultimately matters in their lives.  I decided this would also be a good exercise for them as well, in discovering for themselves- what characteristics were important to them in a person. ...

There is a whirlwind of momentum around the internet, with voices rising to shine light on compassion.  I am honored to be a part of this mission, and will gladly share a piece on February 20th- THE day chosen for the words to be set ablaze all over the world, through beautiful bloggers and inspiring souls.  I’ve written more details about this powerful force of good here, if you haven’t been made aware. Today, I am over at 1 Corinthians 13 Parenting, sharing another piece about compassion.  As a mother, there is only one...

  Dear Lord… I’ve prayed for your protection, for your providence… I’ve begged for your forgiveness, for your unfaltering grace. I’ve asked for your guidance and your strength to inspire me… I’ve forged through hard places and rough waters, Trusting your faithful plan for my life. I’ve questioned your timing, your sovereignty, I’ve doubted your truths. I’ve stumbled and fumbled through shaky steps and sudden falls Wondering how you could ever use my voice. I’ve pleaded for your blessings. I’ve searched...

  As my kids get older, I’m realizing the ongoing need to parent them through difficult emotions, especially anger. It takes great effort and insight into helping them develop productive ways to express themselves. It’s easy to miss some of those teachable moments, in the hurried hectic lives we lead. We must realize these little people are learning how to navigate some powerful emotions and they need our nurturing support. I know I have missed the mark through countless opportunities I could have done better, was rushed, or honestly...

I spent decades desperately searching for love. I’ve always been a passionate soul, and I ached for this ever-elusive knight in shining armor to find me. I journeyed through my tumultuous teens and my careless twenties, in search of The One. I thought I found it in a grappling handful of hopeful men. I came to believe that love was unpredictable or at best, quite fleeting. I dove deeply into passion, only to reveal its darker side of torment and trepidation. I fought hard for love. And as I embarked on my quest, I thought I found The...

  I watched the kids swim, while I sat in my wheelchair behind the glass in the lounge area, waiting… To pee. You see, the kids wheeled me into the recreation center, then proceeded to dart to the pool area like it was Disneyland, squealing with delight at the prospect of swimming for FUN on a SCHOOL night for my son’s 9th birthday. I just had to be there with my precious boy on his birthday. I needed to be a part of this, of something other than lamenting my pain and my restrictions at home. I’ve been stuck in a leg cast...

  Dear New Mom…   I’m not going to tell you how I gave birth, and if I nursed my babes or bottle-fed them. I’m not going to tell you about all the night feedings and how to get your baby to sleep. I’m not going to tell you when to start solids and when my babies started walking and talking. I’m not going to tell you what stages and ages were difficult and what were heavenly. I won’t tell you about the pains and struggles and heartaches that motherhood brought me along the way. I won’t tell you about the moments...

Having been in a non-weight bearing leg cast for almost six weeks, I have some advice for you, my dear, precious, wounded friend. First of all, I feel your pain, I know your misery, and I understand everything that you are going through. Hang on sister, let me help you through it, okay?     I have compiled ten tips to help you manage this treacherous road a bit easier. There will be nuggets of skills you will acquire that I won’t mention here, because you will naturally learn what’s best for you. I could tell you that you...

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