It was the week of my forty-seventh birthday. I had booked a cabin in the middle of nowhere, on a sheep farm no less. For the first time in my life I would spend my birthday alone. The kids were fine with it. They knew this had simply worked out to be the best block … More On Finding Rest
Sometimes it’s ok to be a quitter. That is really hard for me to write. I am one who prides myself on seeing things through, plowing through the hard stuff and checking the box when I’m finished. But I quit my Algebra class. I was doing fine, had a high B average and learned a … More Scratch That.
I took my dog for a walk this morning, noting the silver slug trails scribbled across the sidewalk. The light of dawn made them shimmer and become almost beautiful. For the first time in several weeks, I felt inspired to sit down and write. The flowers in the South are in full bloom, knockout roses … More Endings and beginnings.
It’s been a dream of mine for while, now, to get away to somewhere remote and just write. No noises. No distractions. Just for a couple of days. Because of the sweet generosity of my husband, who gifted me this very thing last Christmas, my bags are packed as I type. As soon as I … More Retreating
I have so much I could say, but it is ten o’clock on Monday evening and this mama is dog-tired. I’ll try to keep it short 🙂 My oldest child graduated from high school yesterday. Finis. They say not to blink, and I’m glad I didn’t because I watched his life flash before my eyes … More Endings and Beginnings
How many times have you heard the phrase, “That’s my truth” or “Well, I believe…” and cringed? How often do those words feel off, somehow, but you don’t know how to articulate why? The church is in trouble, friend. There are so many false gospels, weak Jesuses, and works-based religion disguised as Christianity infiltrating the … More The Truth about Truth.
It’s an intense season. I’ve been immersed in all things “end of school” and barely have time to￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼ breathe, much less write. My firstborn graduates from high school in less than two weeks, which does not seem possible since he just started Kindergarten five minutes ago. But, alas, it’s true and we are about to … More Stopping to Smell the Roses