Showing posts from August, 2013

All the Single Ladies

In the past week I've been approached or encountered by an unnamed number of women, all in different situations, but all facing some kind of heartache in their relationship or marriage. From breakups to betrayals to walking out and those blinded by lies they've been sold... I've walked through it ALL and I can't say it's any easier watching others face the same heartache.

I've witnessed women desperate for love subject themselves to companionship just for the sake of filling the emptiness. I've seen the insecurity eat away at confidence until women are so defeated they settle for anything less than God's very best. I've watched as rejection and scorn have broken, even hardened, hearts. I've heard the stories of innocence being corrupted because someone finally told them what they're longing to hear.

More and more, with each story and with each circumstance, I'm convinced the battle we face is not of this world. There is a very real and…

The First Day of Kindergarten

Twas the night before Kindergarten and a very anxious and excited little boy was fighting sleep. He used every excuse in the book to stay awake but he finally got to me when he said he was scared about his new school. We prayed, again, I read the book "The Night Before Kindergarten," again, and then recited his (and my) favorite memory verse, "What time I am afraid, I will trust in God." It helped put us both at ease. 
The morning came and a wake up call from his favorite Kindergarten teacher and aunt along with his cousin helped get him up and at'em. But he wasn't jumping out of bed, mostly because he was just tired from having been up past his bedtime. That didn't stop him from being his typical "full-of-himself" Eli. 
Then we headed to school. I was a ball of nerves the whole way there. I felt ridiculous for being emotional. I kept checking on him and he was quiet, serious. Not his usual self. I'm not going to lie - I fought back tears…

Black Hawk Down

They call them helicopter parents because they hover. Recently the most controlling, hovering, and over-involved parents have been labeled "Black Hawk." You know the type. You may be one. Believe me, I am not casting judgment. You know I am way-too-honest.

I guess I'm here to ask the question - is it so bad to be considered a black hawk? Able to perform a variety of missions, a tactical transport that serves in conflict? If you are a Black Hawk, you don't back down. If you are a Black Hawk, you never retreat from your mission. If you are a Black Hawk, you ALWAYS follow through.

Okay, I get it. If we're talking about helicopters - the actual flying machine - then yes, you want a Black Hawk. If we're talking about parents - especially if you're a teacher - you do NOT want a Black Hawk.

I admit to being hyper-aware, overly sensitive and ridiculously concerned over every choice I make for my child. Chalk it up to a lot of things, among which includes adoption…

Another Chance

It almost seems cliche. Of course God gives us a second chance. And third, and fourth, and fiftieth. It only seems obvious to ask why on earth would we need ANOTHER CHANCE?! Once we recognize the fullness of grace we've received, grateful to be redeemed and anxious to shout His praises for the work He's done, why do we put ourselves in the same position that requires yet another chance?

Not once, not twice, but three times Peter failed. Not once, not twice, but three times confronted with temptation he succumbed. Over, and over, and over again he lost sight of the call the Lord had placed on his life. Repeatedly he refused to make the right choice. Continuously he faltered in his faith. Three times he gave into the weakness of his flesh. (Luke 22:54-62)
Lord knows I'm not beating up on Peter. Ashamedly, I've been too much like him.
"The Lord turned and looked straight at Peter..." v. 61
Peter's triplet denial of Christ is not a new story, but I'd never…


I'm shrinking. It's true.

The house I grew up in since I was 8 has a chart on the wall in my parents' master bedroom. There are hash marks all along the wall, noting the growth of us "kids" and in recent years adding the grandkids. Each mark has a name and date to indicate growth. It's funny to see the barely two feet tall marks from the little ones.

E's 5 year check-up had him measured at the doctor but it was time to measure his growth on the wall. Just for kicks, I thought I'd measure up...only I didn't.

Almost a half inch. That's how much height I've lost since the last measurement several years ago. It seems odd, considering I waited until college to hit a several-inch growth spurt. Then again, college was...ahem...more than a decade ago.

So the descent has begun. I was claiming every single bit of my 5 feet 4 and one quarter inches. I guess I'm thankful I have a really good 3-4" inch heel collection! Nonetheless, I'm not…

For This Child I Prayed

A few months ago I shared about failures and frustrations in parenting. Today I've been challenged to look at myself and motherhood by several blogs floating around. There's something I need to share. It comes straight from my heart. I realize this is going to be one of the most brutally honest blogs I may have ever written. It's not for the faint of heart, that is for sure. And I'm sure it won't come without judgement. One thing I know to be true is that I'm not alone in this.

Yesterday my son went home from the sitter with a fever...only he didn't come home to me. This is one of those harsh realities of divided families. Mommies are supposed to care for their sick little ones. When you're sick, you usually want your mommy. But he wasn't with me. I couldn't hold him. I couldn't give him medicine. I couldn't be there for him. There was nothing I could personally, physically do for him.

At the heart of this issue are so many things wrappe…