My son was learning to ride a bike without training wheels and visibly upset that he did not master it at the first attempt. I found myself torn between wanting to hold onto the back so he would not fall over. Yet knowing that I needed to let go and let him fall if he was ever going to learn to ride without me running beside him.
Work is getting crazy. This is normally my busiest time of year, but it has gotten even busier than normal. I just finished filing our Disclosure Document, (a very fascinating read, it is required by the FTC, and about as interesting as reading a Mutual Fund prospectus.) Continue reading “Just Breathe”
My son is 8, and he asks me a lot of questions about God. How do we know that God exists? How did the Bible get written? How can it be that God was never created? What happens to the people that never heard about God? How do you hear God’s voice? Why doesn’t he talk in a voice that everyone can hear?
“Really kid? You’re eight.” So I bought him a book called “801 Questions Kids Ask About God.” His response? “Finally!”, as he ripped the book out of my hands, and ran upstairs to start reading.
I am going to be real here, I had a terrible Thanksgiving. I am almost glad for the weekend to be over, because it has to get better. I came home from work early on Wednesday because I felt terrible. Great news, I had a fever! Continue reading “We Have Hope”
At 18 months my oldest daughter started pushing me away. The emotional part of me was crushed. The logical part of me knew that as she was with her Daddy all day, of course she would prefer him. That’s when I heard God whisper two words, “PURSUE HER”. Continue reading “In Pursuit Revisited”
Every Mom I know has experienced “Mom Guilt”. That sneaky suspicion that you aren’t do things quite right and that you are going to mess up your kids for life. Continue reading “Mom Guilt”
Even family members were surprised that I decided to have a third child. Preclampsia, gestational diabetes, miscarriages, bed-rest, induced pregnancies, NICU stays, over-dosed TWICE. Why do this again? Continue reading “I Love Being a Mom”
I first saw it on Facebook, a new book called “Hands Free Mama: A guide to putting down the phone, burning the to do list, and letting go of perfection to grasp what really matters!” by Rachel Mary Stafford. Just reading the title made me want to turn and run. Both towards the book (because I knew I needed it), and away from it, because I knew that it would be a painful – yet very necessary journey for me to take. Continue reading “Hands Free Mama”
Today a colleague took his own life. He always had a smile on his face, and was just a nice, likeable guy. They found him in the parking lot of a church.
My heart breaks for him and his family. Continue reading “Broken”
I remember the first time I heard the quote “poor planning on your part does not necessitate an emergency on mine.” I wished I had the guts to tape it outside the wall of my cubicle. Heck, I wanted to add it to my email signature line! Fortunately I refrained, because that would not be polite, nor would it be a good political move. Instead I cleaned up every mess that was thrown my way, and I did it *mostly* with a smile. The more I cleaned up, the more that got thrown my way. Continue reading “When Poor Planning Becomes My Emergency”