I was in the shower thinking about Stephen King. He used to be one of my favorites, a reading obsession. Listen: I still highly, highly recommend his book, “On Writing” for writers. But I started
I nurse the baby for about an hour after convincing her daddy to : 1) pick her up from where she’s tossing, 2) unwrap her from her nearly obsolete swaddle, and 3) hand her to
A friend wrote me a note right before my due date for #4, our third daughter… In it, she described my involvement with my children as individualized and invested. I thought of what God has
Perspective can get distorted. Because we’re humans. Even if we’re Christians (made truly alive and set free from sin through faith in the name of Jesus Christ), we are human. Anger can distort things. Pride
McDonald’s gives me one less item than I order almost every visit, but it’s the TV 📺 that upsets me more: Out of 50 movies or TV shows, only 1 leaves me feeling glad I
It’s been a weird journey, and recovery in The Post Emergency C-Section Tunnel is the latest pit stop. My marriage, my motherhood, and my investment as a friend – every aspect of relationship – is
I just thanked God. For all the “delivery systems” of His grace and love in my life… Even in the midst of the changes that scare me, and the doubts… As I watch the child
With no judgment – none from me in my postpartum messy soul and, none from anyone else… Because no one else knew… Well, in that condition 🤦🏽♀️ I drove during my c-section prohibition. Only God
Someone close to me said she thought – in the wake of my Emergency C-section – I was probably feeling very reflective, which was true; but, being reflective is not situational for me. That is,
What am I talking about now? Basically: We always have room for more – if we want it badly enough. I’ve talked about this before as priorities and making time for the things that matter.