Yesterday, at school, I felt that plexiglass feeling again….that thing that threatens to take me down at times for no reason. I remembered something that quickened in my spirit as truth that I’d just heard. All of life is a battle. All of it. Each small moment. Some in the same room as me, some …
Trusting that those of you I’ve wounded will see this. Trusting the raw that my friend and I talked about this morning blesses us, strengthens us to carry on. Keeps us from sinking.
I drove down the road this week playing this over and over in my car. I was so proud of my boy, soon to be gone for a year weaving dreams into coverings for hearts he’s not met yet.. I glanced down at the lock screen on my phone and my granddaughter looks back at …
This is my boy. My firstborn. This is what he’s like……the dreamer of big dreams, always looking forward on the horizon for the next big adventure. I suspect that wanderlust transferred to him through the blood that coarsed through the umbilical cord. I so get this about him. He used to say, “I’ll be the …
I snapped this picture this morning; rather I sat my phone down and the camera saw beauty and clicked it quick. I looked at the screen and smiled inside. Is this what snowflakes look like to God, I thought? It’s a snow day today and my girl sleeps quiet on the couch where we’ve set …