grief for the Holy Child

a sword would pierce my side, he said. he spoke nothing of my heart. how it would be ripped apart seeing Him hung, dangle on that tree, listening to blasphemy hurled upon my Boy. to them, His pain was politics. the death of a Dream. a Man who gave dinner. a Leader. a Sinner. a ...

one step at a time

i went to the gym on saturday.  it was a great time of just taking 50 minutes to invest in my health and clear my mental space.  right now, i’m taking care of kids 24/7 (since i’m still nursing through the night) and i’m also taking care of a parent a couple of times a ...

Remnants of 5

“she’s getting so big!” the lady says, putting a bulletin in my empty hand while looking at my daughter, who is holding the other. “i know!” i reply, inwardly bracing for the inevitable facing of follow-up comments and “demands.” a command to have… “number 2…!” she exclaims. “it’s time for number 2!” she sing-songs, her voice ...

endless grace

it’s been a couple of months ago now when a dear, dear man to me went home to be with his Jesus. i used to try and be brave at funerals, but i didn’t even bother at his.  i let my grief fall freely down my face, as my heart ached at my loss– at ...

why i write

several weeks ago, a friend challenged me to take a few moments to spell out and blog why it is i write.  i found the timing a bit ironic, considering that at that moment, i was taking a hiatus from writing.  oh, not because i wanted to.  i never really do… it was because beginning ...