Once upon a time I would watch runners from my car and despise them. I know pastor’s wives aren’t supposed to despise others but I’m working on this. I promise. Little by little. I am human and God is working on me. This feeling of yuckiness when I sighted a runner on the road was… Continue reading The Not-So-Runner-Girl
This very week, nineteen years ago I was riding in the front seat of our silver Town & Country minivan with my father manning the wheel. I stared out the window as we drove down Sycamore Creek Drive, my eyes fixed on the greening grass that streaked alongside the concrete curb. I was fourteen, six weeks… Continue reading Unraveling Grief
I know you know the days. The rising, eyes barely open at the first murmur of a child and one tiptoe in front of the other with them down the stairs as not to wake the others. You crack open your Bible over their morning show and digest a few verses before someone else needs you.… Continue reading Am I Doing Enough?
I’m not sure if he knows it but every night while I am gathering the last things my family needs at the dinner table, I catch my husband lean over and whisper to our oldest son, Tell your mother, thank you for dinner. I then see my husband take a bite of his dinner, no matter what I put… Continue reading The Words Of A Father
There used to be a time when I had my family’s laundry situation under control. I was able to follow the schedule, put the clothes away and keep the bins from overflowing in a manner that felt natural and protected me from feeling bitterness over the bountiful bins of what seems to be a never ending… Continue reading The Last Load of Laundry