I can’t do it any longer. I can’t do it alone, and neither can you. I’ve tried to make it all come together perfectly, but I can’t. The holidays form a kind of microcosmic vortex of realization wherein my weakness shows up in droves. I need help (and so do you).
Christmas Claustrophobia [Poem]
I wrote this poem, Christmas Claustrophobia, while raising three small children in a small 1100 square foot house. Each Christmas I would dread all the “stuff” from the decorations to the gifts because I enjoy a clutter-free home . . . which is somewhat of a distant memory.
After Job Loss and Brain Surgery
Having just undergone my sixth surgery, clearly I’m qualified to write about the healing process. My first taste of major surgery was thrust on me at the youthful age of…
Seeds Family Worship Review
As a worship leader, writer, blogger, and mom to four kids under 11, I LOVE new worship music that gets me pumped up and ignites my passion (and my family’s…
These Feet to Run [Song]
I’m excited to share my first demo recording with you today. I’ve written many songs over the years but never had the opportunity (or time) to record them. Thanks to amazing…
‘Pink Ladies’ Form Friendship Late in Life
It’s never too late to make a new friend, or to visit someone you love and make lasting memories, or so I learned. It might seem that by the time…
Pulling Tire
As I pulled into the parking lot of my pediatrician’s office, I paused as three women doing fitness training were pulling tires across my path. I’ve stopped for ducks to…
Forever Changed
Written for my sister when she had her first child, this poem captures – for me – the incredible change I felt when I became a mother for the first…
Stand Still
There are no minutes
There are no days
Time etches on
lengthening, stayed.
Can’t get it back
No clutch and release
Hold tight, run through
Sandy grains, indeed.
Your Plans, My Plans, and God’s Plans
Everyone makes plans they set out to accomplish – from small daily goals on up to career-long desires that take years of planning to execute.
Peacemakers
Peace is a big deal. When I don’t have peace about something, I’m in a state of unrest. My heart–and sometimes my stomach–are in a knot. I can’t sleep. I’m…
Friendship, Motherhood, and Dog Years
You know how dog years work, right? For every one year they are alive, it equals about seven years in human years. I often think of this truth in reverse…
