It was never intended for you to be mine Only that my womb would be the secret place where you were knit Only that my body would bear the pain that gave you breath. It was never meant that I would get to keep you close Only that my days would be crouched low telling… Continue reading What motherhood was meant for
Yesterday at church my pastor taught through the story in Genesis where Jacob wrestles with "a man." Toward the end of the sermon he referred to the passage in Genesis 32: 9-12 where Jacob prays. And Jacob said, “O God of my father Abraham and God of my father Isaac, O Lord who said to me, ‘Return to your… Continue reading Mothers: Tell your kids to trust the God of their mother.
It's hard for me to remain calm while thinking about the insanity behind bills like the ones in Virginia and New York that seek to make normal and acceptable the act of ending the life of a late-term, pre-born human baby; and in the Virginia case, a newborn infant. But I'm going to try to… Continue reading Thoughts on late term abortion from a labor and delivery nurse perspective
Taking up the role of leading the kids ministry at my church was not something on my radar of plans for the future. But the push of the Spirit in my life over the past year or so has been to stop holding on to what God has so graciously poured into me, and start… Continue reading My heart for Kids Ministry and Senior Saints
I “teach” a preschool class at my church a couple times a month. It’s not really teaching, it’s an effort in preventing total rebellion amongst 4 year olds for 1 hour. This poem was sparked by how God always uses those kids to teach me what it's like to be part of his family. When… Continue reading body, bread and gummy fruit
Yesterday on Twitter I wrote, "Motherhood is the Shadow. Christians discipling others in Christ is the substance." Today I spent the morning chasing shadows. All the Hallmark ideas about being a mom were a no go at my house today. Fifteen years of raising sons in a hard, "even if" marriage have taught me not… Continue reading The glory of motherhood is Christ
I wonder what the son who betrayed his father's love and provision, left home squandered it all and came back seeking restoration was like the years before he decided to leave. I wonder if he resisted his father's love and discipline. I wonder if he threatened that as soon as he was of age,… Continue reading April fools, Easter, the Prodigal and my son