I heard you today Yaweh In the morning, in the still I lay I heard you today Yaweh After breakfast, when rowdy kids play I heard you today Yaweh I wrote my heart, gave it the words it needed to say And I heard you today Yaweh A brief rest, a quiet moment, don’t forget…
There’s always a BUT”
(I know, that title. Hear me out. I kinda liked the title, anyway.) 2 Corinthians is one of my favorite books in the Bible. I love Paul’s writings, first of all. He is always so persuasive, so direct, so genuine. Strong in his faith, loving toward others, but never subservient or weak. But 2 Corinthians…
Knit together – When you need a reminder that your hot mess is full of purpose
Psalm 139:13-14: “For You formed my inward parts. You knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are Your works, my soul knows it very well.” Wonderful are your works. I have prayed these verses when trying to understand and trust that my issues, my…
Grace Story
Ever feel so defeated? And then have guilt because YOUR story of defeat is just NOTHING compared to somebody else’s? Welcome to parenthood. Hello, my name is Morgan and I’m currently experiencing guilt. Guilt for handing the screaming baby off, just so I can poop. For just. Not. Caring that my older kids are whimpering…
To my daughter, on the last day of maternity leave
Dear youngest, Its been beautiful with you. I wish I’d had the sense and experience to enjoy my previous maternity leaves as much as I have this one. You are unique, fourth child of mine. With you, I recognized the beauty of this time, to experience it beyond pure survival. I am stronger, I am…
Little funerals
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.