I’m not sure why that day was so hard, but it was. A day when the thoughts of all-that-could-be got lost in the reality of all-that-wasn’t. My husband kept asking what was wrong and I kept opening my mouth but not finding the words. Is it possible to explain that the “wrong” is only a complete…
It is the church of Laodecia that makes me shift uneasy in my seat. The church that thought they were rich and strong, who were really poor and blind and naked. I’ve been there, you know. I’ve lived in the state of blindness and brokenness and thought that I could see. I stumbled around and wounded myself and others,…
The milking is finished and we’re sitting on bales of hay. The calves are greedily drinking their milk and the crunch of hay stills the barn. He’s talking and sharing hopes and when he says the words five years I stiffen. Breath snatches and I blink hard. “I don’t want to be here in five years.”…
I want to write my own story. I know, I know. I shouldn’t want to. His ways are better, higher. But I see only the now and I want to write it my way. I would have written in a baby that first year after our wedding. I would have carved in financial ease and I…
I couldn’t sleep last night. Again. The rain was falling on our tin roof so I sat on the couch and listened to the symphony. When five o’clock snuck up, I sat down at the computer to catch up reading a few blogs. And in the reading the question was asked, “What is saving your…
edited re-post: from March 2010 The other day I heard some news that left me breathless. After months of working toward someday adopting a child, another couple told us about the upcoming adoption of their fourth son. Jealousy tore at my insides. Real, sinful, hateful jealousy. I could pretend it wasn’t so but it wouldn’t…
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