Who am I? That’s a complicated question. So many voices thunder over each other, competing to tell me who I am. Am I Mother? Am I friend? Am I the sum of all the mistakes I’ve made, or conversely, all the good things I’ve done? Am I who my spouse thinks I am? Am I who my parents said I was? Am I the love I give? Am I the love I receive? Many of us hang our identity on...Read More
Well, like most of you on a crazy Saturday night, I’m sitting here folding laundry, pondering the complexities of life.
There’s been an abundance of changes in our lives the past two and half years, and I’m just now getting around to processing all that’s happened. Oh, sure, I’ve sort of processed along the way, but...Read More
Here is an unfortunate thing I’m learning about myself:
I want to be impressive.
In the darkest recesses of my heart, there lurks a desire to have people say “wow,” when they see my life. I want my husband to “rise up and call me blessed” and I want it to be because I get a motherload of crap done. I want people to look at me...Read More
Back in August, during my “birthday retreat,” (which you can read about here or here), I had the great privilege of sharing lunch with one of the monks who lives at St. Benedict’s. Sharing a meal with him affected me more than most sermons have, and I’m so thankful to God that he, in his own words, “disrupted my solitude.” I encountered God through Friar Tom, and I pray God shapes me into a person through whom others can encounter God. Here are a few of things he taught me...Read More
Here I am at the blank page again. This seems to be the place I come to try and make sense of this heavy, horrific world. My dear friend lost her brother today to a bomb in Syria. He was 32 years old. He left behind a wife and three young children, who just happened to be...Read More
Fellow mommas, let's just all take a deep breath and a hot second to collect ourselves. Because life can be crazy. I mean, truly, undeniably, crazy. So many of us are running here and there with pickups and drop offs and making lunches and throwing dinner in the crockpot, and making appointments while the baby screams in our ear and the toddler spills Cheerios. Again. I know because I'm right there with you. And being in the midst of all this chaos can...Read More
I’ve been pondering what it truly means to be loved. How do I explain this to a world who thinks my belief in this love is nothing but ridiculous nonsense? Well, here’s a little of what it means to me…Read More
It’s no secret that I love Adele. I just can’t help it. We bought her album, 25, when it first came out on vinyl, and it’s been the soundtrack to countless dance parties, girl nights, and at-home-date-nights in our house. After her acceptance speech...Read More