When I was still a perfect parent--living under my parents' roof, wearing clothes they bought for me, talking on the phone (a landline!) they paid for; I swore I would never treat my children the way my parents treated me. I wouldn't keep my children from doing what they wanted, make them do chores, or tell them no. I would be different. I'd understand them, and treat them with "respect".
He doesn't always make the signs neon and flashing. Sometimes they're small and easily missed. There might even be signs you won't recognize until years later when you're looking back on the decisions you made that led you to where you are.
Today, I'm feeling great, and that knowledge can lull me into a false sense of security. It can cause me to forget the way I feel when it isn't sunny and beautiful. Sunlight therapy isn't enough, and neither is the medication I gave in and started taking two years ago. I need God to help me through this, the same way I need Him in every aspect of my life.
Today is my father's birthday. He's no longer here to celebrate it, but each year on this day, I still say a prayer and send him a wish. It's quiet, and it's ours. Memories Can Be Sweet When I was in junior high and high school, my father and I would get up early in… Continue reading What I Remember: Tea with My Father
In December of each year, I prayerfully focus on what word will be my focus during the upcoming year. Each year this single word keeps me focused, not on myself, but on God's will for me. This year, that word is LISTEN. It's such a small word. Just six letters, but it will be a… Continue reading 2017: Listen
In case you're feeling terribly alone today, please realize you're not. The LORD is with you. He has been with you since before you took your first breath. He never leaves you or forgets you. Those are human failures, and Our LORD doesn't fail. Be peaceful today, dear friends, and let His wonderful light shine… Continue reading You’re Never Alone
What is Joy? Is it just a word, a feeling, an action? Are we naturally born with it, or is it something that has to be learned? What does it feel like?
This is the first time in months I've had any desire to write. I fell off the blogging wagon, and when I fall off something I don't just slip off. Instead I'm as graceful as a ballerina with two left feet and a club leg. I swan dive off that wagon, get my toe caught on the edge and end up belly flopping down a rocky embankment, landing with a gooey splash in the slimy remnants of a paper mill's runoff.
An ideal day in my world very rarely includes anyone other than my husband and children. I've never been comfortable being in front of a group of people, or really putting myself out there, because 'out there' is a very judgmental place. Why then, do I hear the faint pounding on the door of my… Continue reading Eviction: Comfort Zone!
Three days ago we scattered my father's ashes in the Puget Sound. A place he'd always loved. The week leading up to the memorial was rough and emotions ran high with everyone. I wanted nothing more than to forget about the whole thing and keep my father's ashes on my shelf, because as soon as they were removed from their place of honor, lonliness enveloped me. He'd been there since February, a constant companion in my home. It was time to let him go, but I wasn't sure I was ready.