The first thing I heard this morning was bird song. In the dark of the early morning, in the dark of our bedroom, the song of hope infiltrating everything. “Light is coming.” They say, “We know it. In our hallowed out bones we know it. Rejoice! Rejoice! Light is coming!” The birds are like sentries… Continue reading Birdsong
It seemed to come out of no where; this morning over the breakfast table. She remembered something they had been talking about in her class at church last Sunday. She burst out, “Mommy, I don’t like it when Jesus dies.” Like such an immediate answer to my weary heart at the breakfast table; that statement… Continue reading He Knows you in your Friday season
Hey all. Thank you so much for your positive feed back yesterday. For those of you like me who are going through hard things right now, I wanted to post a few of the songs that have helped us through. These songs have walked us through some of our darkest moments in the past three… Continue reading Soul Struggle Soundtrack
My feet have left the ledge. It’s not the ledge I thought it was either; though I know it was the one I was waiting for regardless. I’ve prayed many times the fateful prayer, that God would teach me to become fearless, by faith. He has faithfully answered. The day after I wrote my last… Continue reading Baking Bread
I feel like I’m on the edge of something. Like I’m standing with my toes curled over the edge of a cliff I’m about to jump off. Like the breeze blowing in my face at this coffee shop is about to push me over the edge into something wonderful. Seasons change. Not just in our… Continue reading Precipice
The snow is whirling around like it wasn’t just 65 degrees yesterday. It’s a Colorado spring time. And I’m sitting inside with all these words inside that I know I’m longing to say, but I’m not sure how to say them. It’s been three weeks of illness at our house. A stomach bug for my… Continue reading Dying to Self…feels like dying.
I’ve been dealing with heavy bouts of impostor syndrome. The voice in my head saying, “You can’t write. Look at you! Every sentence you put out there is garbage! You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t have anything to say…” And it goes on and on. I started two different blog posts for… Continue reading Excuses