I love you ladies. All of you. I applaud you and so enjoy watching you become women who love God.
Miracle. This word used to conjure up images of Sunday School mornings in 1984 with 9-year-old me in blonde pigtails in a flowered dress with ruffle back panties, lacy socks, and Mary Janes. It made me picture a flannel graph board with felt-backed cut-outs of Jesus and his disciples. Jesus inevitably had on a brown… Continue reading Do You Believe In Miracles?
Good evening. It's been a while since I've put my thoughts to paper. Tonight has me feeling reflective. So I thought I'd write til my thoughts are exhausted. I pray you are well, wherever you are. This was the kind of week that had no breaks. None. Every day was long. Tuesday I spent almost… Continue reading My Thoughts on Raising Kids After Divorce
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?
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?
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.
Stephanie was literally wearing her spaghetti sauce. I got looks from other patrons as spaghetti and sauce was everywhere, Stephanie was laughing like crazy about it, and Katie needed to "go", so I took their little hands and found the ladies' room.
Can't go around it, gotta go through it.
A letter to my daughter: "...you and I understand each other and ourselves better when we collide sometimes. It’s this part – our clashing – that made me pause my work and write to you..."