Updated on November 9, 2016
I have a dear friend whom I knew for years before I ever learned she was a secret poet.
We’ve laughed together, cried together, raised our kids together. We’ve had deep conversations, hard conversations, and life-giving discussions. And yet this poetic side of her was always kept in the dark.
I don?t remember what made her send me one of her poems that first time, but I am so grateful she did. Not only because her writings are awe-inspiring, but because I was grateful
Updated on July 19, 2016
Friends tease me about the fact that I find papercuts painful and that I hyperventilate whenever I get poked with a needle. (thanks to having donated my plasma one too many times in college). But giving birth without meds? No problem. It hurts, but pushing a baby out seems natural to me; stabbing my skin with metal (aka a needle) is not natural to me, which does something to my psyche and causes me to freak out (being an HSP probably
Updated on July 12, 2016
(11 minute read – Sermon from 6/16/2016)
If you’ve been listening to the news this past week, you’ve likely been reminded of all that’s wrong in this world. Where the beauty and hope and love you started believing in seems to have been swallowed up in the recent tragedies that have swept our nation.
So tonight I’m hoping to do more of a poetic or liturgical sermon. Where the first half of the sermon will be on the brokenness of this world, and the last
Posted on March 23, 2015
Letting go…isn’t easy. It’s hard, it hurts, and sometimes it just plain ol’ sucks.
Two and a half years ago, when I was pregnant with Eden, slowly but surely a passion began to grow in me… a passion that made me see the world differently. A passion that made me excited to have more kids. A passion that fueled our family’s efforts to raise thousands of dollars in order to expand our family after Eden. A passion that only grew with each passing day.
Posted on August 31, 2014
I feel like this picture perfectly captures the state of my heart and mind these past couple weeks.
Our adoption process is only beginning and I’m already an emotional wreck. Goodness knows what I’m going to look like 6 months from now. 😀 Don’t mind me if I have bags under my eyes and wear hats to hide my hideousness. 😉
Before we started the adoption process, I prayed a lot about our adoption, particularly about the financial aspect of it. In the past year and a half that I?ve
Posted on July 15, 2014
The past two weeks we were blessed to have two of our former high school students stay with us. It was extra special because these two were from the other side of the world ? South Korea. It?s crazy to think that I taught them in 10th and 11th grade, and now they are 23 and 24 years old! It was such an enjoyment to have people to talk to, to spend the day with, and to do life together. Being an extrovert, there are days I ?lose it? just from the
Posted on May 14, 2014
Tonight* I am so angry. So, so angry.
My heart is filled with such heavy sorrow. Oh my heart.
My body is physically ill, to the point where I feel like I’m gagging on my heart between my sobs. I feel so sick.
Tonight I watched the movie Philomena. The past few weeks I?ve been wanting to check out our local dollar theater, and I saw this movie listed on their building. I looked it up and the description intrigued me. But as the story goes, parents with young kids hardly,
Posted on May 12, 2014
Last night my mom and I went to see Mom?s Night Out, and to my surprise, it was so good.
I was expecting it to be a pretty cheesy film, and so I was happily surprised to find myself laughing right out loud and clapping as I couldn?t contain the hilarity at certain points!
I was also just as surprised, if not even more so, to find myself crying at a couple different points in the movie. It?s true I?m easily moved to tears but tonight?s
Posted on April 3, 2014
I had written this for someone in particular, but felt that there are lots of us who could use these words. Read on sweet, broken Warrior.
Dear Sister who is in anguish,
I know you have a tough decision ahead of you to make. I know your heart, mind and soul must be in absolute turmoil. At times you must feel overwhelmed by everyone’s opinions and yet at the same time feel so very alone.
I wish, I so wish I could ease