I heard on a podcast a few months ago from Emily Freeman about the importance of allowing yourself periods of mourning, even for things that we don’t traditionally think of as needing to mourn. She wasn’t talking about the awful circumstances that require legit grieving, like the death of a close friend or a failed…
Speak the truth. Cling to the truth. Act on the truth.
Dreams. They’re just dreams. Crazy, mixed up, scary, but not real. Thoughts alone. Manifestations of neurons. Pictures and fragments in a blender in my head while I sleep, trying to sort themselves out. I dreamed that I knew I was about to witness my husband’s death. Some sort of gentleman’s duel, sort of, only it…
When Faith (and Parenting) is Hard
Evenings. They’re hard with kids. Even if we’re closing up a good day, with cooperative children, sweet kid kisses, and relative sibling harmony, evenings can really suck. But today wasn’t a particularly blissful day in parenting. And it was definitely hard by supper time. Gideon goes overly emotional with buttons sticking a mile out. Noah…
The Truth in the dirty dishes
Today, I matched socks out of a basket while sitting on the potty. I’ve never done that before. As I did so, I tried to decide if I should consider this efficiency? or a new personal low in home management skills? As a working mom, ministry wife, and mom of 3 (and a half!), I…
Validity and identity in Christ
You are seen. You are heard. You do not go unnoticed through this world. Feeling unloved is an illusion, a lie fed to you by a dark, scheming enemy. Look up, look into His words to you. Lean hard into your faith, push away the whispered lies that you’re ignored. YOU ARE LOVED.
Prayer for those days when you really need 2 more hours of sleep (or for any day at all, actually)
Father, you know I am tired. You know my days lately. You see them. You see me. God, I take comfort in being seen and known by you. None of my hard days go unnoticed by you. God, my body is telling me that the only plausible solution to this day is more sleep and…
half a cup of Saturday morning coffee
I heard kiddos fussing and stirring before 7 am. Saturday. Please, not yet. I just want a little longer. We get up. We had fun last night, setting up the projector in the garage. It was supposed to be in the driveway against the garage door, but a sudden windstorm changed those plans. So we…
Healed for now, forever in His Grace
I don’t know where to start. I have struggled with depression. And probably anxiety. There, I said it, point blank, on the internet. I have often written about experiences colored by depression, but for some reason, writing a post for the sole purpose of transparency and disclosure is scary. Because, while i have struggled in…
Panic at the parking lot
My ADHDer becomes very afraid in parking lots. If you understand ADHD, you can kind of understand why. ADHD makes it hard to filter things out. ADHD sees and hears and notices everything so that its hard to know what to ignore. Everything is high priority. Put that into a parking lot, with parked cars, moving cars, car…
Stepping Forward
I can recognize it better now. The foggy, fuzzy feeling that coasts along in apathy at best and morphs into inadequacy and despair at worst. Depression. And although I can recognize it, I don’t have the power in me to tell it to go. I am thankful for the ability to recognize it. I remember going…