What this Christian white girl is learning as I listen

Im listening. I'm learning. I'm learning that the heroes of my American Christianity held out the gospel with one hand and the chains of their slaves with the other. I'm learning that the history I've been taught has left out a lot. As a result, I have believed a whitewashed narrative that made the wickedness… Continue reading What this Christian white girl is learning as I listen

The Breakup Phase of Motherhood

I'm entering a new phase of parenting. I don't know what it's called. But I recently saw a video on a Facebook group for women over 40 that I think may have named it for me. The subtitle of the video from a radio show called Jonsey & Amanda read, "Being the mother of a… Continue reading The Breakup Phase of Motherhood

Rally cry for parents on the day before school starts and the day after 2 mass shootings

Honestly, I don't want to send them. I want to hide them in a bubble of safety and happiness. But I have no such magic powers. I do have the King of heaven's attention though. He hears me. I know he does. And he promises to not abandon me or my kids. So, in this… Continue reading Rally cry for parents on the day before school starts and the day after 2 mass shootings

A sermon to myself on the way to the table

Rachel Joy Welcher, a writer and poet I follow, opened a group on Facebook through Lent exploring poems from her book Two Funerals, Then Easter and giving poetry prompts.  Below is one I shared today after reading Rachel's poem "Communion". A sermon to myself on the way to the table In as much as I… Continue reading A sermon to myself on the way to the table

Tired mom, don’t give up

Tonight after a day of high school classes for my sons, and a day of work as a nurse in acute rehab I wanted to veg out, and so did they.  I had homework (only one calss left for my BSN!), they had finished theirs.  By the time I finished my required essay, I was… Continue reading Tired mom, don’t give up

The real, not so glamorous, Christmas story

  On a night (or maybe it was day), in Roman occupied ancient Israel, a young, Jewish woman writhed, and cried as the excruciating pains of labor gripped her body and tore her flesh.  And there, where animals in the ancient world feed, a vernix and blood covered baby boy, swaddled in clothes to keep… Continue reading The real, not so glamorous, Christmas story