The screaming started as soon as the plane began descending into Charlotte-Douglas International Airport. To say I was mortified is an understatement. I tried to console my two-year-old son with toys and promises that we’d be there soon, but it was no use. I silently wished I could hide somewhere until we reached the terminal. As I journey through motherhood, God often shows me it’s a continual process of refinement. And often, he uses situations I never desired to remind me his work Continue Reading
That Longing for Something We Can’t Quite Grasp
I'll never forget the first time a made it down the mountain without falling. For a solid hour prior to my victory run, a slid on my behind. Something about having large pieces of fiberglass on my feet kept me glued to the ground. Then, once I learned to get up, I fell every five seconds. But after making too making face plants in the snow to count, I found my rhythm. In somewhat disbelief, I actually enjoyed skiing. I remember getting to the bottom of the run and looking back at the mountain Continue Reading
For the Days When You Feel Like a Fraud
“Sometimes I feel like we’re just the wannabes. Like there’s this higher level of writers and we're the outsiders.” I nod my head in agreement as I listen to my friend on the other end of the line. My eyes are wet with understanding. Every day I put the pen to paper or hands to keyboard I fight this battle. What do I have to say? Hasn’t it been said before by someone more qualified than me? If I listen to the voices of defeat telling me none of it matters, I will stop before I even Continue Reading