The day was sunny. Hot. Hanging with a friend at the zoo, we were huffing, dragging our children via Radio Flyer Wagon, up a hill. My friend and I were not overweight by any means, but here we were, struggling. We laughed at ourselves, at our weakened state. I turned to my friend, exasperated. "Skinny doesn't mean anything." … Continue reading Skinny Means Nothing: A Women’s Perspective on Self Worth
It was 2am and I was sobbing. The first part of March had been brutal for our family. Sickness had erupted. Nearly everything on the schedule had been cancelled. Saturday came and I thought we had made it through. We bared our weak arms and bowed our heads to disinfect, scrub, vacuum, and steam clean every … Continue reading When Faith Looks Like a Messy Bun – Thoughts on Trusting God
This is an old post but one that still speaks: No matter the circumstances, nothing can change the the truth. I echo again, “Live the facts. The effects . . . are only days away.”
Spring is here. That fact can’t be changed. The cold makes me laugh. Snow flurries and I stare each other down. Defiantly, I speak, “Your time is limited. You cannot stay. Winter is over, my friends. “
The onset of spring feels more like the first of the year than any January has. When Spring enters, life spills over in an abundance of petals, winds, waters, and colors. Beauty is flung without regard. It is love, pure and unadulterated, independent of our human responses.
In spite of the facts, we believe what we see. On the 19th, I wished everyone I met a happy First Day of Spring. One response captured the mood of most, “At least the sun is shining.” Half hope, half despair. We believe what we feel which is such a dangerous way to live.
I do the same. In my head, I believe that my Father loves me…
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For those of us who grew up in the church, some things are forever fixed in our memories: the creak of the pews, the hymns in our hands, and the lone piano sitting in the corner. Light filtered through the windows and we listened to the truth that first woke us up to the depravity of our sin … Continue reading Hymns, Prayers, and Invitations -An Album Review
This morning, as I was getting ready for the day, my daughter asked me if I was beautiful. Quickly, I replied, “Yes, I think I’m very pretty!” This, for me, was a moment of pure honesty. God has guided me into loving myself. While I could have pointed out my crooked teeth or my weak nails, or given in to a false “humility”, I answered instead with a restored heart. Seeing myself as beautiful gives my girls the ability to see themselves in the same way. I want that for them. I want them to know that it’s okay to like what they see.
This post came to mind. Remember, women, that our girls mirror how we treat ourselves. So, if one of my daughters ask you if you think you’re pretty, please say yes. It will give them the strength to do the same.
Enjoy and I love you.
My daughters are seven and five.
They are brilliant.
And, I don’t mean that they are smarter than most children.
They’re brilliance comes from the inside.
Julia is fun. She’s hilarious! She makes me laugh even when I don’t want to. She works this to her advantage.
Katie is cheeky. She’s smart and snappy. She is incredibly serious about everything that she loves and everything that she doesn’t.
These are my girls.
And, they are headed into a dangerous world.
Culture will tell my daughters that they can have it all. That their happiness will not come from their hearts and the faith they follow, but in the externals: the size of their thighs, the tightness of their cheekbones, how large their home and bank account is, and how their love life should look. It’s everything to do with what they have and not about who they are.
No one is strong enough for…
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As any top-rope climber knows, there are only two things you can trust on the climb: the rope and the belayer. Your life depends on the strength of the rope and the attention of the person holding the rope. Too much would be fatal. Too little keeps you from where you need to go. Having … Continue reading Faith on the Cliff: Leaving God as your Only Option
Only a few woman have made me hopeful about aging. One of them is Gillette... I remember her well. Her bright eyes, her open demeanor. She was a woman of power. It wasn't her height that made her stand out in my mind but how she carried herself. Back straight, she had a strength that she … Continue reading Looking Forward: A Glance at Growing Older