This is a letter I wrote to an older "Olivia" but it was inspired by someone who struggles with fearing she won't go to heaven out of the worry she will make the wrong decisions. This letter is for her... and for others who may feel like her.
Santa is a struggle at our house. We don't teach our children about the commercialized Santa Clause. However, in the world we live in, Santa is everywhere. So we need to talk about him. The day after Christmas, we were talking about the North Pole, and Charlie told me that Santa lived there. I responded … Continue reading My Finest Mommy Moment
What is your biggest weakness? Or maybe your greatest seeming failure, or unconfessed sin right now. Name it. I can tell you my most dreaded one. I won’t, but I will tell you that it is the weakness that is pointed out to me the most, the weakness that I have come the farthest in, and the weakness that I have the farthest to grow in. This is the weakness that brought me to a sobbing mess last week, because I couldn’t handle the weight of the burden that this had become.
A few months ago I took a trip to Texas. For those of you who don't know, I have a fear of flying. I fly a couple times a year, and it doesn't get easier. Before I left for the airport the day of my trip, I put on make-up, curled my hair, put on … Continue reading Let’s Put On Some Confidence
Grace came at a cost, but I wasn't treating it like that. I treated His good grace like it was “plan b” for my life. A door prize that you threw away right when you got home. I am so thankful that I don't live in Old Testament days, because I am pretty sure that I would be in exile. Instead He meets me with breakfast on a beach.
Yes, this title is a reference to RENT. So, how do you measure a year? Or maybe 5 years? I could measure it the days we have been married, the number of dogs we have had (2), number of children (2 with us and 1 in heaven with Jesus), number of tears, number of laughs. … Continue reading 525,600 Minutes… Times 5
I was giving Olivia breakfast the other day when I heard Charlie in the other room. He had taken it upon himself to go into the mud room where we keep the dogs food, and feed the dog. I am not sure what prompted him to do that, but I was amazed at his desire … Continue reading Back To Amazing Grace
A few years ago I helped run a mentoring program at a school in Bridgeport. Everyone once in awhile we would do a fun activity and one of those actives was making a tower out of spaghetti and marshmallows. How is works is that you break into teams, and the teams build the towers. The … Continue reading Today Was Not A Fairy Tale