Encouragement for Moms
April 20, 2013
The honeymoon began to simmer and she wanted me to have boundaries, unlike any I was accustomed to. She had expectations in her home that I did not like and did not want to adhere to. I did everything my rebellious teenage soul could, to make her look like the bad guy.
April 6, 2013
What I wasn’t prepared for was that while I was fighting for my life, there was a group of loved ones, under my roof, who were watching me suffer, up close and personal. I know they heard me groan when it felt as though burning, shattered glass was expanding within my rectum. I know they heard me cry and vomit. They saw staples hold my skin together and chemo drip into my hurting body.
March 28, 2013
No one knows, better than my precious boys, about my yearly crying spells, stemming from innocent spring walks, through the forbidden section of Nordstrom. It’s the pastel pink, linen and lace... panties, tights and ruffles. Dresses displayed on tiny hangers. Smocked, layered with tulle or imprinted with the year’s color scheme.
March 24, 2013
In the church where I grew up we didn’t talk a lot about sin. We talked about love and acceptance, but sin was the part of the gospel we sort of skipped. You can imagine what a surprise it was for me, at 27, to learn that I am a sinner. It turns out gossip, judging and other things I ranked as rather petty are actually what God calls sin. Pedophilia—white lies, we grade them according to what we think is better or worse; but God sees it on a level plain.
February 17, 2013
Admittedly, I didn’t faithfully turn to God for comfort. I lost sight of His authority to handle all my trials. Rather, I looked inward and saw failure. I looked outward and found disappointment. It took some hard days before I looked upward and found peace.