What kind of bees are you swarmed by? Sometimes it’s a burned meal, an unwelcome phone call or trying to squeeze $200 in bills out of a $25 bank account. Or maybe it’s those scales again. Some days all it takes is for my child to look at me cross-eyed and I start in a flurry that drives us both to tears. Read More

I love this picture of my grandson’s face.  I like to think he’s slowly realizing he is about to be dethroned by a little sister.  I did not like being dethroned as master of my universe when my children came along.  As with Job, my friends had a hard time convincing me I would once again laugh and shout for joy.  Read More

With family visits just around the bend, my husband insisted it was time to remove the protective layer of anti-sun-glare-agent from our windows…that is, the two-year buildup of dirt and grime Read More

I didn’t expect to be so particularly sad about it. I mean I had been anticipating this day for years. Seven years, six months, three weeks and four days, to be exact. I had NO CLUE before then what a mom REALLY did all day. Read More

As moms, we sure get our share of chances to worry, don’t we? More than a few times a day I could benefit by reminding myself of Jesus’ comforting words. Instead, I jump straight to worry Read More

I love a new year. New beginnings. New seasons of life. This could be the year…no more Pull-ups at night! Both in school five days a week! The end to Barbie-mania! Many of us begin Read More

Knowing the season of “More! More! More!” was quickly approaching, I decided to at least try grounding the kids a little before the blitz began.  I thought the beatitudes Read More

I’m praying for a softening of the arteries, but my cynicism keeps getting in the way of my faith. “Let’s pray about it” might sound like a Christian’s cure all, yet God says Read More

Why do I look up at the sky for help when I’m sinking? in need of help? lost? lonely? exhausted? invalidated? Or even exuberant, for that matter? It’s as if I ignore the very vessels – people – God steered into my port specifically for me. God carefully chooses the people and circumstances in my life with whom I can talk and listen, love and be loved, laugh and cry, grow and heal. Read More