Lying down. The moment I lay down next to him in his cozy bed, he opens his mouth. Out pours all the pain underneath of what we just experienced to be a three-hour angry outburst. Words come. Tears follow. I hold him and his brave elementary age, boy-man tears while he shares and talks and asks and processes. He experiences, …
Before school Ty suddenly collapsed with sobs. Headfirst in my lap. People. This huge-hearted boy’s tension is always surrounding people. This time? School recess. As if the playground opens an overwhelming abyss of, how do I love and play with every person at once? He shared about the day before. His buddy played with another friend. Two buddies joined up with …
** endorsed by my hubby, Bryan ** “Tell the truth” is my favorite line at the end of the compelling based on-a-book movie, The Help. Something about Kathryn Stockett’s words, tell the truth, root themselves deep and inspire me to live in my truth, stand in my space, walk on my path forward into wholeness, healing and living alive. Living alive …
Recently I had a sit-on-the-floor/stand-on-a-chair experience, which happens when I get suuuuper passionate. Which is often. On Instagram I shared about wanting to unclimb the Someone ladder and was struck with reverent surprise at your responses. Email after email of “me too.” Which prompted more sitting and chair standing and passionate exclaiming and having to sit down (again) so this …
I’m honored to introduce you to our 4th of July guest, Jodi Grubbs, an incredible writer and lover of community and connection. I first met Jodi when she reached out for writing coaching and I’ve loved journeying with her, learning her story, and a plus is that she’s become a valued friend. Be on the lookout for her words because …
I’m not a fan of the phrase, Choose Joy. There. I said it. Hopefully we can still be friends. I love the concept. I’m all for deciding upon a positive desire and chasing after utter contentment with everything in me, but the truth is, I’ve tried to choose joy and came up empty. Perhaps I’m desiring the idea of what …
You are meant to roam free. We bought a home with a fence and all you want to do is wander down the porch steps and out on your own. Bryan said this to our sweet 12 year old Shih Tzu hours before he took his last breath. Bruiser. Our first kid. The family dog our boys have known since …
For many of us, our light goes out when we leave a job, a relationship, a marriage, a season. We wonder, God where are you? Why are you quiet ? Distant? Uncaring? Unfatherly? Is He though? I’m experiencing Him in new ways. Ways I realize, now, I thought people would offer. Security. Provision. Unconditional love. Openness. Trust. I feel the …
Peonies, ranunculus, and eucalyptus leaves. If I’m at farmer’s market or the store, these are the bouquets I intuitively reach for. But if we’re driving, and from the corner of my eye I spot a herd of wild sunshiny daffodils, you better bet your bottom dollar, we’re jumping out for some off-road picking. So often, in fact, that my boys …
Clothes hang on the oversized armchair, the trunk, spilling over the corner of our bed and pooling on the ground in a rainbow of sweaters and basketball shorts. It’s a mess. Our bedroom is a mess. And just the other day I was nagging my oldest about cleaning up his room. Not once. Not twice, but ten times. I was …