As I hold this light of practicing connection, it’s terrible. I feel the familiar drag of hiding, but also see the spark of something long ago familiar, like a conscience, on the other side.
As I hold this light of practicing connection, it’s terrible. I feel the familiar drag of hiding, but also see the spark of something long ago familiar, like a conscience, on the other side.
“Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near.” Philippians 4:5 In the early morning hours, I laid in bed, tears streaming into my ears. I was listening again to his wails through the intercom on my nightstand. I tried to muster the energy to rise for the baby again, after waking countless …
I flexed my foot to stretch my calf while we were stopped. I bent down and fished my water bottle out of the stroller. My friend’s stroller was parked just ahead of mine. Our toddler boys reclined in their man-carts, happily stuffing themselves with snacks. I hadn’t been on our usual trail in a …
He leaned in and pointed a finger straight at me. I had been meaning to introduce myself to him for months. You see, my friend has a grown daughter, whom this young man has been dating for a while. He may actually become a future member of their family. So, in our circle of people, …
“Fine! I’m fine. Everything’s fine.” I shrugged at my husband. He held a curious glance at me that weeknight while I shoved another load of laundry into the dryer. Just then, an angry shriek from the girls’ room pierced the house like the ring in a bull’s nose. I froze mid-load, back bowed, and braced …
Mother’s Day carries with it a sneaky assumption: I should get paid back for all the hard work I do as a mother.