We had a wonderfully low-key Thanksgiving this year. Lots of food, lots of fun, and lots of downtime–the perfect combination for this introverted mama. And a recipe for success for Joey, who can get a little overstimulated and a lot grouchy when life is turned on its ear, even for fun...
“Well, you just need to…”
I stopped mid-sentence.
Matt had been telling me about a project at school that was frustrating him—or to be more specific, a team member for the project who was frustrating him. Matt has big feelings and a crystal clear (in his own mind) sense...
Sometimes I forget.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t actually forget my son has Down syndrome. It is with us every day when we slog through reading basic books, every time I struggle to understand what he is trying to say, and every time I wonder if he doesn’t understand...
You guys, I am gearing up for a new season of ministry. A new website is coming. (Yay!) A new newsletter is in the works. (Woohoo!) And maybe one or two other new things that you’ll just have to wait to hear about……….
And as I prepare for the new, I’m reflecting...
I embarrassed myself yesterday. I walked into a situation with joy and confidence, and left feeling humiliated. And the worst part is, it was in the evening… so when I went to bed, my embarrassment played on a loop, keeping me awake long into the night.
Ugh.
It took a while before I...
I am no stranger to mom guilt. We met when Grace was just a newborn and I accidentally scratched the entire length of her calf when changing her diaper. I cried for five solid minutes. And I turned crimson when the pediatrician asked about it at her next visit. Don’t worry, the doctor was...
I didn’t really “get” fasting for a long time. As a kid, it seemed like some sort of mean test from God: “If you really love Me, you’ll go hungry.” Then when I got a little older, fasting and praying felt like the way a toddler gets what she wants: “If...
Contentment doesn’t always come naturally to me. An argument with my teenager leaves me frustrated with my parenting skills. My husband works late, and I inwardly groan about having to handle bedtime solo–not to mention the loss of an evening with my favorite person. A friend’s...
“What does it feel like to be adopted?”
I was 9 years old the first time I heard that question. I was in fourth grade. We were lined up by the door, ready to head to the buses. The chairs in our classroom were stacked on top of the desks in an attempt to make life marginally easier...
Need a little pick-me-up in your day? Need a reminder of what true worship looks like? Here you go.
You’re welcome.
