Grrr. GGggHhhMmm. The low rumbling sounds are unmistakable, a tantrum is about to erupt. A full blown toddler tantrum of tears and stamped feet, a whirling dervish sweeping through the house. I have to stop it at all cost. My youngest and I are in the kitchen as a gloomy rainy falls. I’m sipping tea and surfing Facebook, she’s finished her breakfast and is too … Continue reading …mothering mistakes
I love this analogy! Wish I could take credit for it but I cannot – When we stop drinking it’s like we are pregnant and we are giving birth to a new life! Our new life. I am going to hold fast to this image in the days, weeks and months ahead. I’m going to add to it the idea of self-care that I read somewhere else. Just … Continue reading …. 9 months
Our mother was the story keeper of the family. If you ever wanted to know who did what, or who married whom, or where someone lived or went to college, Mom knew. And it wasn’t just her own family tree that she tended, she knew the stories in my father’s family, too. The love stories, the life stories, she knew them all. I mourned so … Continue reading …her voice
Driving eastward in the darkness before dawn to be at my father’s hospital bedside, God revealed an important message through the beauty of the rising sun. As I traveled farther from home, and closer to my destination, the sky slowly brightened. First there was simply an overall lightening of the horizon, but gradually He revealed small points of brighter light. With each passing mile the … Continue reading …revealing sunrise
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