Forgive the cliche title, but it is exactly what I mean for it to be. Now that I’ve settled into parenting-more-than-one-kid mode, I’ve realized that I’m not nearly as good at multitasking as I thought I was. I’m getting schooled by tiny humans. I took two months off of work when my youngest was born, […]
Read More{recovery}
I went off the grid for a good 8 months there. The main reason for my absence was an extremely difficult adoption process that required a lot of privacy and personal space as we navigated the rough waters of the court system. I needed a bit of anonymity on the web as we jumped through […]
Read More{on songwriting}
When I was 17 years old, I wrote my first song. I think it was called “Why Do I Run From You?” I played that song on a wonky keyboard and sang my first penned song in the school chapel service during my senior year of highschool, and except for an incredibly supportive English teacher […]
Read More{on writing}
Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder if I should just give up the farce of sleeping and get up to pen the words that run through my mind–to get them down on paper in hopes of keeping them locked there between the lines and out of the REM cycles I’m missing out on. […]
Read More{the art of listening, pt. 2}
My son has a pretty significant stutter. He has had a stutter since learning to talk, and while sometimes it is almost non-existent, most days it is fairly present. And sometimes it is so bad that it takes a full minute to get out one sentence. Speech therapy has helped a little bit, maybe; it’s […]
Read More{the art of listening}
I could see it in her face. She sat across the table from me at the coffee shop, her coffee cup untouched, the contents slowly cooling. Tears stood in her eyes while words poured from her mouth like a river that’s been dammed up too long. Her desperation seemed to fuel this onslaught of explanations. […]
Read More::this is what moms do::
The acrid smell of vomit still hangs in the air, and that’s probably because I haven’t taken out the trash can next to my son’s bed. It’s about 16 degrees outside and roughly 3 a.m. when I’m composing this post in my head. My son started vomiting at about 10:30 p.m., and like clockwork gets […]
Read More::my 15 year companion::
Nearly fifteen years ago, I received this Bible from my parents. It is a NAS Life Application Bible with a faux leather cover and my (maiden) name embossed on the front. (Let’s not talk about my middle name. We all have one, and most of us dislike it, right?) I was nineteen when I received […]
Read More::2015::
The two months since my last post have been ones of sweet stretching and resolved perseverance. While some of the fuzzy feelings that accompany deep seasons of growth have worn off a little, I’ve continued to look to the Word for who God is. When I can’t seem to find anything in myself to say, […]
Read More{striking but healing}
The last two years have been a joyless famine in my soul. Spiritually speaking, I have struggled with more downs than ups, more doubts than faith, more bitterness than thankfulness. Waiting seems to be one trial that God is going to use for all of my life to sanctify me. As I’ve sown seeds of […]
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