I really like to be comfortable. Infact my mind is always trying to come up with ways to make me more comfortable. My house is cluttered. Fix it. My kids are acting out. Fix them. My husband is stressed from work. Fix him. It’s like in my mind, if I fix enough things, I will be ...
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When all the proof says you arn’t enough.
What is enough I asked my husband as I lay sprawled on the bed exhausted from the day. I had been muling over that question for what seemed like forever...to no avail. The gap between who I am and who I think I should be is big. The gap between what I am able to do and what I think I should do feels ...
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What if it isn’t a waste?
For most of my life I have tried to avoid waste. I try to be 100% productive. I try to never make mistakes. I try to get it right the very first time. I despise any kind of waste, but most of all I am terrified to waste my life. To prevent this tragedy, I busy myself in the business of getting it ...
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“Nobody Loves Me”
"Nobody loves me!" My four year old dramatically stuck out her bottom lip, crossed her arms and stomped to her room. I inwardly sighed and rolled my eyes. How often did this drama need to happen? It felt far too often for me. I followed her to her room yet again to comfort her and reassure her that ...
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How have I loved today?
I have this on going wrestle with the fear that I am not enough. That I don’t do enough. I’m in a race; a race to outrun not being enough. It’s exhausting because try as I might I simply can’t outrun it. So it’s no surprise that I woke up the other morning with that sinking feeling in my stomache. ...
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I Choose You
There is something about our culture that subtly (or not so subtly) says kids arn't as valuable as adults. I always thought it was our culture, but maybe it isn't so much culture as brokenness from the fall. I see this back in Jesus' time when children were brought to Him. The disciples rebuked the ...
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