"God, create a clean heart for me and renew a steadfast spirit within me." Psalm 51:10 My Junk Drawer I have a beautiful french-country highboy. It is cream with gold accents. On it sits my TV, two of my favorite hard cover classics, and decor that I change with the seasons. It is my favorite… Continue reading Junk Drawer Treasures
Lately I've been working through the delicate art of waiting gracefully. Instead of just struggling through it myself, I've decided to share this journey here, with you. My hope is that at the end of this blog series we will both find ourselves with some of the weight, AND the wait lifted. As I was… Continue reading Wait Lifting #1 – Learning to Wait
"Take courage my heart, stay steadfast my soul, He's in the waiting." -Bethel Music Take Courage I hurried into the hospital's maternity waiting area and sat down. It was past 9 pm. My husband and I had driven an hour through Dallas traffic to get there. Our two daughters, ages 2 and 6, were tucked… Continue reading Waiting Room
I was asked today during a phone interview how long I've been writing. I said that I've been writing since I was ordering womb-service. Seriously though, I've always loved writing. Before age 10 I would make up skits complete with scripts and perform them with my sister. (James Moorer would have been so proud). I… Continue reading Love at First Write
If you've come here under the guise of an incognito web search on addiction and single moms or single dads or single parents, it's okay. You're welcome here. In fact, I was thinking about you when I was sitting at the coffee shop starting this blog. I didn't come into this single parent world 16… Continue reading Addiction and the Single Parent
I love books. I always have. I listen to them while I'm driving. I read for at least an hour a night. I just love the smell and feel of a good hardcover book. I have a bookshelf full of antique hardcover books by poets and classic storytellers. I also have a large collection of… Continue reading Life Lessons
My word for the year is more. I had no idea what to make of that when I first realized that it was my word. I'm finding out quickly that, like Inigo Montoya said in The Princess Bride, "you keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means." Twenty-four… Continue reading More
I am buried deep in the darkness of the earth. The ground and all the creatures in it are my home. Rain water washes in and around and beneath me causing me to spit and choke. I am lonely, bitter, and afraid. The rain has bloated and swollen me. I feel pain. I feel like… Continue reading Beauty. Growth. Enjoyment.
I am a writer. More precisely, I am a poet. I always have been. 11-year-old me would stay up well past lights-out hiding under a blanket with a flashlight, paper, and pen to write. My friends were all reading Tiger Beat Magazine, the Babysitter's Club series and anything by Judy Blume. I was reading Chaucer's… Continue reading Vulnerable. Poetic.
The Lord said to Samuel, “How long are you going to mourn for Saul, since I have rejected him as king over Israel? Fill your horn with oil and go. I am sending you to Jesse of Bethlehem because I have selected a king from his sons.”1 Samuel 16:1 Mourning is necessary for healing. But like anything else, too much… Continue reading How Long are You Going to Mourn?