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…
Say yes
Recently, I had knee surgery to reconstruct my ACL, a ligament in my knee. This is the second time I’ve had to have this surgery. I prayed I was wrong, but that tell-tale sickening pop in my knee told me otherwise. My knee would need some major help. Again. But once surgery became the official…
Why we all need grace (and how to give it)
I had a conversation with a very good friend the other day. She is also a parent of a child with special needs. We were sharing stories, encouraging each other just by the common bond that is special needs. There are things that only caregivers of people with special needs can know. We mourn the…
How Jesus dealt with anxiety (and how we can follow him in this, too)
“Jesus understands everything you’re going through.” “For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin.” Hebrews 4:15 Anyone ever read that and think, “Yeaaahh, but not ____” or “But my situation did not happen back then”…
Grace, space and community – How to move towards God in the midst of pain
I’ve never dealt well with difficult news. Lately, I’m processing a potential new diagnosis for my son. Four years ago, he was diagnosed with ADHD. That’s been its own journey, but new doctors and experiences have led us to question if he is on the autism spectrum. We’re currently in the thick of the diagnosis…
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…