“I wasn’t a good mom..” she said recently. I don’t know of any mom who actually believes in her heart of hearts that she is good mom. We know ourselves too well. We have a mental list of all the things we’ve done poorly. We have desires, goals and aspirations, but are unable to reach…
We sit at my kitchen table, big mugs filled with steaming coffee. She is 10 years ahead of me and I am relishing the time I have with her. I pepper her with questions and she humbly shares her heart. There’s something about the calm, tempered words of the mature believer that makes me stop…
It was only a few years ago that it was allowed to suddenly descend — uninvited. Anxiety. It has changed pretty much every part of who I am. I don’t mean the kind of anxiety that can be prayed or reasoned away with a few moments in the Word. Of course, time in the Word…
Friendship lost. The consequences of thinking I was needed, that I could make a difference, that I could make an impact, and not heeding cautions given. The storm settles and there is a calm in the learning. Seeing clearly. Finally seeing clearly. The sky is bluer and the rain made things greener. Richer. Brighter. I…