Do you remember getting your first cell phone? Somewhere between the pinnacle of second-generation (2G - GSM) mobile phones and the advent of third-generation(3G - CDMA) mobile technology, I got one of my first cell phones. I was 27 years old. It was a ruse from the start. It was around the end of 2002… Continue reading What the Text?
I remember it was on a day like this one - dreary, bleak, and wonderful. The rain started and stopped, but mostly fell steadily just past my fingertips against the front window. The kids were at school and I was supposed to be grading papers, but I couldn't. My mind was stayed on one student… Continue reading Who Inspires You? (for Caro)
A new dad waiting for his first baby to be born understands the value of a minute. A new dad hearing that baby's first cry understands the value of a moment. Lately I've been pondering the difference between minutes and moments. I don't know about at your house, but at my house we seem to… Continue reading Minutes or Moments?
What is This? You're sitting there, tears falling over freshly dried tears, wondering how on earth you got to this place. Whatever your this is, it feels like hell. It feels like nothing is ever going to be right again. Maybe you've done everything right. Maybe you've done everything wrong. I've been on both sides… Continue reading Startled – What is This?
It would make good sense for me to begin a book on navigating life post-divorce with the story of my ex-husband's infidelity. But how could I possibly write that without first telling you that I have been the "other woman" - twice?
Yesterday my son taught me yet another valuable lesson. We were sitting quietly on a hill yesterday afternoon waiting for the fireworks to begin. Just the two of us. Out of the blue he said, "Mom, next time lets bring a football." I'd been lost somewhere in my own thoughts and this brought me back… Continue reading Just Get in the Game
So this is what freedom feels like - it feels like the grand finale at the fireworks show in my heart tonight.
I know what's in my mind - fear. I also know what kind of God I serve and what he has promised me. And I'm still gonna stand on his promise.
It was Christmas time. The year was 1984. That was the year I wanted a Cabbage Patch Doll so bad I couldn't stand it.
My life has been a long game of hide-and-seek with God. If you don't want to know my whole story, you should skip this blog. But if you want to find out why I love him so much, this is where you'll find out why.