For I know my transgressions, and my sin is ever before me. (Psalm 51) The following is a story about how God redeems the past... I was 10 years old the first time I witnessed a severe injury. I didn't see it actually happen, but when that boy's leg dangled in the arms of that frantic Turkish cab driver, my first thoughts were horror and a revolting smugness about the victim. Tom* lived in the apartment building behind ours. He took a disturbing delight in harassing the many stray cats that hung around in the alley below and on the dirt hill between our buildings. I heard murmuring of his Continue Reading...This post may contain affiliate links. See my full disclosure policy.
Most mom's I know don't get enough rest. (I know this doesn't shock any of us). So many things (and little people) pull at us, all jockeying for our attention. We spin and serve and wash and bend before all of these needs and before we know it, the sun is long gone, but the work remains. I'm not good at resting. I often equate "being still" with being lazy and so I light a fire under myself to keep going, even when I've hit my limit. If I'm honest, this is also me trying to please God, or maybe even impress Him with my busyness. Let's be real though, God is not impressed by my Continue Reading...This post may contain affiliate links. See my full disclosure policy.
The tree sags behind me, as I sit at my writing desk. This room was cleaner a few weeks ago, but now the needles from the tree and a few stray ornaments litter the floor. A set of watercolors lays cracking, abandoned on the kids table. A lone slipper and a math book keep company under the tree. Next to me, lies a mostly used sheet of stamps, bought for the specific purpose of mailing Christmas cards, which in the end, went out on December 26 followed by a few more stragglers on the 30th. My workspace feels suddenly crowded with deadlines, and stacks that need tending too, but for all this Continue Reading...This post may contain affiliate links. See my full disclosure policy.