Resting Shouldn’t Be This Hard

Driving home the other day from work, I could hardly keep my eyes open. The week was coming to an end and the days of an alarm clock buzzing in the dark were catching up with me. I contemplated whether I would come in and make myself a tall iced coffee...or stretch out across my… Continue reading Resting Shouldn’t Be This Hard

Remaining Hopeful When You Feel Helpless

There is no greater fear than when it seems all hope is lost. Have you ever felt this way? Hopeless? John Maxwell has an acronym for hope... "Holding On, Praying Expectantly" When we are holding on to hope, we are waiting...and waiting...and waiting... That holding on part can be tough. I picture myself standing in… Continue reading Remaining Hopeful When You Feel Helpless

Finding Strength When You Feel Shaky

As we sat in the snow covered cemetery under a big flapping tent in folding metal chairs, I watched as her hand gingerly reach over to brace herself on the nearby headstone.  She used it as leverage to push herself up out of her chair, into the cold wind, and stand to speak. My mom.… Continue reading Finding Strength When You Feel Shaky

When “Mother’s Day” Is Hard

Sometimes Mother's Day is tough. Being a mom isn't always fun, some days it's just hard.  Unfortunately, some of those hard days or seasons may fall on or around Mother's Day.  I know they have for me. I've had a Mother's Day or two that I faced with dread.  I've been in the trenches, battling… Continue reading When “Mother’s Day” Is Hard

I’m Sorry About Your Marriage…

This is hard stuff.   It seems that every circle I am in, someone's marriage is in a slow crumble.  Every.  Circle.   Some married for a short time, others for years.  Some without children, others with kids.  Some young, some older.   When we are preparing to marry we dream BIG!!   Those dreams… Continue reading I’m Sorry About Your Marriage…

Finding Hope In the Hallway

We've all stood in the proverbial hallway.  Waiting on doors to open.  Not knowing which door to choose.  Putting our hand on the handle only to find that it's locked.  Listening to what's going on behind closed doors, trying to discern if that's our cue to move on or move in. Waiting...waiting...waiting...  Crickets. What do… Continue reading Finding Hope In the Hallway