• There’s a new, tiny red stocking hanging by our tree Something I never thought I would see Another loss, another grief It’s not what I imagined this year would be So many questions without getting answers Explaining death to our children and trying to define heaven Watching grief overwhelm one so young and Navigating my own confusion as the tears stung Grateful for the blessings we have And the mercy that’s been shown But sometimes grief has a mind of its own Taking up this small moment in time When celebrating should be the focus Its moments like these when we just have to let our faith grow us There’s…

  • What Did You Just Say?

    The smallest sentence with just six words… Completely turned (my otherwise great) morning upside down. A decision in my past was thrown in my face in a somewhat joking manner. But it came from the person I trust most in this life… and it ruined the moment. It was uncalled for, it was hurtful… And I gave in to every dark thought that swirled around my head after it was spoken. Guilt, shame, not being trusted, not measuring up, anger, resentment… All things I’ve dealt with. All things I’ve worked through years ago. And here they were greeting me with a great big, open handed slap to the face… before…

  • The Art of the RSVP

    As the holidays approach and we start planning and hosting parties… Nothing is more frustrating than the guest who never lets you know if they are coming or not. And we’re not talking about teenagers here… We’re talking about full-blown adults. Typically, that adult would be accompanied by a spouse and/or a handful of children. So I wanted to get my frustrations out by telling you my view of the art of RSVP-ing. The RSVP originated in France in 1845 and is shorthand for respondez s’il vous plait… English translation: respond if you please. Back then, a formal invitation to an event didn’t require a response unless the invitee was NOT…

  • I Was So Hopeful

    It happened again this morning… I was getting ready for church and the outfit I had picked out in my head (once again) didn’t fit right. We finally got test results back from our fertility doctor and found out that my thyroid is indeed out of whack. I started medication to fix it, switched to another doctor for more bloodwork, and started a supplment to get everything functioning correctly. I was so hopeful! Hopeful that my excruciating joint pain would finally go away; that I would be able to sleep well again and not stay in bed until 10AM; hopeful that my motivation and energy would come back; hopeful that…