I am not a natural peacemaker. Those who know me and have spent lots of time with me may at first be shocked by this fact. I know myself well enough to see that I gravitate towards seeking out the right and wrong. I am pretty bold in my statements, to the point where I,… Continue reading Blessed are…
Here in the state of Georgia, the state mandated shelter-in-place lockdown has ended for a vast majority of us. Yet, many of us who believe that this action was taken too early and too rashly have taken to sheltering-in-place by our own accord, quietly waiting until we feel safe enough to (VERY slowly) resume our… Continue reading [COVID-19 Diaries] Mother’s Day in (Self) Quarantine…
One year ago, I began what I called my “Journey to Forty.” It was my year of restoration in preparation for the start of what is commonly accepted as the second half of life. I began a journaling project where I would learn to write all that I heard from the Lord as I sought… Continue reading …as this season of the journey ends…
Growing up in a Christian home (attending church since even before I was born), the story of Jesus dying for my sins on the cross, as well as the subsequent rising from the grave on the third day, was an accepted fact. It was the story that we banked our entire lives (and afterlife) on.… Continue reading [COVID-19 Diaries] Good Friday…so Much More Than I Thought…
Today, I’m struggling. It has been three weeks since our family went into sheltering in place and social distancing/isolating in this COVID-19 season. With each day that passed by, we began to settle deeper into the new, temporary normal we were thrown into suddenly and without warning.
It was the day after. The skies were gray, the rain pouring on and off, and much of the beautiful fall leaves had been beaten down to the ground from the branches where, collectively, they had created beautiful mosaics of color that I had been awaiting all year. You see, fall is my favorite season.… Continue reading Gray Skies
Walking out the heavy double doors into the preschool driveway, my heart momentarily leaped into my throat and drew a “OH MY GAWD!” from my lips. I had walked in with two kids and three bags in tow. I was walking out with zero kids and one (empty) bag. After 3 months of moving to… Continue reading …and so it begins…again…
