It happened so fast that I wasn’t prepared for it. Instinct told me to guard my heart, but the damage was already done. A text conversation with a family member had opened an old wound. One I thought had healed, but the scar remained. I sat in the recliner for several minutes recounting the words, trying to make sense of my emotions. But the more I tried to explain my feelings, the more I realized I needed to bring them to God. Have you ever been there? You open up to someone and let him or Continue Reading
When You Feel Too Small to Make a Difference
Several months ago, my husband and firstborn were almost hit by a car. They were walking to our vehicle after a baseball game, and the woman who was backing up didn’t see them. My husband picked up our son, moving him out of the car’s path, and braced himself for impact. Thankfully, the woman saw them at the last second. She jumped out of her car, hysterical and apologizing. My husband remained calm, telling her they were okay. They drove away from that night safe, but my son was never Continue Reading
Crushed By the Weight of My Expectations
My turn to share was coming, and I wasn’t ready. While the other women on our Google chat discussed their writing goals, my mind spun on repeat. Summer gave this word a whole new meaning, and I was still processing it. Ah yes, goals. What were those again? My goal yesterday was to keep the boys playing outside for more than twenty minutes before they came back in screaming from bloodied knees and bumps on heads. Today it was to make it to bedtime without yelling. Sometimes my goals vary by the Continue Reading
