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unnatural
It doesn’t come naturally, choosing this over all the other demands the day is making. It doesn’t come naturally, training my pipsqueaks to give a little space, so I can “do my Bible.” It doesn’t come naturally, waking up early and following through. It’s all I’ve got, though. Because the day is already making its…
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deadbolt
There is a place deep down in my heart where I built a room. Maybe the size of a linen closet, a little bigger, I built this room in the crawlspace of my memories. I framed it using 2x4s but didn’t bother adding any drywall or flooring. There was no need to make it pretty;…
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nothing less
The other day I got a whiff of my six-year-old’s feet as he swang on our hammock, and I knew something drastic needed to be done. Summer will soon be upon us, and although I know I won’t always win the battle against crocs and smelly feet, this day I held out hope. So as…
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how could this be
that from so many tears, joy would bloom? that from such deep heartache, I would know love better, more intimately, than others who have been spared? that my children would see their mommy get out of bed, shed her grave clothes, and take on another day? I’ll tell you how. Jesus. He promised me back…
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swordfight casualty
The other day when I had to take the trash out, I treated myself to a handful of my daughter’s Jelly Belly jelly beans. The kids were at their peak of the early evening, the point when all three of their energies perfectly align to result in chaos and noise. Yes, joy is there too,…
a scribble of jo 