On looking up

Photo on Pexels.com An invisible weight presses, keeping me from lifting my head many days. I’m looking down, backing away, shrinking into obscurity, feeling like Naomi, "I went away full, and the LORD has brought me back empty." (Ruth 1:21) And in those dark, heavy, brow-furrowed days, I've learned to cry out. Lift my head.… Continue reading On looking up

Whatever you do this Christmas

Come with your indifference with your mocking with your doubts with your questions come with your lies with your rejection with your acceptance with your imperfections come with your health with your doctrine with your thoughts with your past come with your burdens with your poverty with your riches with your fear whatever you do… Continue reading Whatever you do this Christmas

What motherhood was meant for

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