“Look at the sky, mama!” my daughter said from her car seat. I looked up and was startled by the beauty that I had been driving around oblivious to. She saw a whole adventure story played out in the clouds, and all I saw was endless pavement. When you were a kid did you lay… Continue reading Dirt or Sky?
Mondays, amiright? Before nap: mac n cheese made a little on the runny side dropped by little hands and splattered ALL over the kitchen floor. I mean ALL over. ALL OVER. Four passes over with the mop and still looked bad, and as I mop the last section of the floor I knock over the… Continue reading The Messiest Day
They say James’ knees were so callused they looked like a camel’s1. He spent so much time devoted to prayer that his body tangibly showed it. James’ words were proof, though, as much as his knees. James was one of Jesus’ brothers, and was skeptical of Jesus’ claims. I would’ve been too, if my brother claimed… Continue reading James’ Knees
Last year on this day I ate cake and penned a rebellious war cry to Dear Ol’ Delilah (the name I gave my migraine). This year I am breathing, and praying, and walking “Gladly, Gladly, Gladly”. Today marks two years of constant migraine. Two years of never stopping for a second dizziness, vision changes, sensory… Continue reading Gladly, Gladly, Gladly.
Recently I read a blog/social media post whose sole topic was explaining how the product the author was selling was “biblical”, and using bible verses out of context to promote the sales of their product. Let me just take a deep breath y’all before I write this. In, Out. Count to 10. Pray for forgiveness… Continue reading The Danger of Bible Bending: When we take the bible out of context
By the end of the day, I am exhausted from fighting through the pain every second. I notice that my self talk gets more and more negative the more tired I get. As I was brushing my teeth and washing my face before bed the other night, I finally looked myself in the eye through… Continue reading Don’t Talk to Me ::Battling Negative Self Talk::
Remember Jesus telling the parable of the Prodigal Son? In a rough and terribly brief synopsis; a man had two sons. The younger of the two came up to his father and asked for his inheritance early. In that cultural context, this was the most disrespectful, greedy, and family-ruining thing a son could do. He… Continue reading The Prodigal Son: A Stuck Younger Brother
On a particularly ugly migraine day my husband and I laid in the dark together dreaming up all we could do with an unlimited amount of money. I started it, because I had seen something about the powerball or lottery. I said “if we won, we would find a doctor to fix me. It doesn’t… Continue reading All the Money in the World
The Christians I Know Post after post fills my feed calling out Christians for being pro life but not helping the women living out the hard choice of abortion or adoption. For supporting president Trump, or for not. For not heeding Jesus’ words and caring for refugees. For being responsible for everything else wrong in our… Continue reading The Christians I Know
Enough I’m always a little behind the times. I just watched Downton Abbey. At my yearly hair cut two months ago the hair dresser finally explained how to pronounce “balayage” (yes, a year between hair cuts. Dryers and hair pulling are NOT great for migraines). I got to bed at nine. “I wish that I could… Continue reading Enough