I thought I would start with the sex culture. But I think before I get there I need to back track. The first thing we were convicted of when we drove ourselves 3,000 miles away, three months into marriage, from everything near and dear to us—including all our fleshy parts—was how the excuses culture was … Continue reading Root Down
I told you I would make you uncomfortable yesterday. And then I put a paper bag over my head labeled “loser” and ate my feelings. I listened to You’re too much. No one cares. That’s weird. Why would you even say that. It was a snow day too. My husband was home. It could have … Continue reading Getting Uncomfortable
We write things that make people feel good or comfortable. Because we want to be their reason for joy or inspiration. Or to present ourselves well. Which makes me uncomfortable. Because a lot of life doesn’t feel good. Life isn’t, and shouldn’t be comfortable. If it were, we would have no need for a rescue. … Continue reading Upside Down
Happy 1st Birthday, William! (If you want to skip the sappy and head straight to the golden nuggets of the year, skip down below the dashed line. Otherwise, dive in to a big bowl of feelings below) One year ago, Jesus wrecked me in the most beautiful way. I met you for the first time. … Continue reading Happy birthday, William!
While it may seem like I've been neglectful of this blog space, I've been settling into a new normal here in the greater Baltimore area. That means figuring out what the day to day looks like for my little guy and I, forming routines, enjoying the company of people, connecting with my big guy when … Continue reading Poop
Are you reading this because it is the title of your favorite TV show? It's mine too. Let's be friends. If you haven't seen it and you plan on watching it, this will spoil the fact that one of the main characters faces a monster called anxiety. Maybe I knew that all along as I … Continue reading This is Us
to pleasing the flesh. Even my own. I have had time lately to press in. The boxes have been stored. Routine has settled in slow. The baby's winter sick has eased. And so has the mantra of busy-go-busy-go. Which lends itself to breathing, and resting, and pressing. Pressing into locked up fears, praying over worry, slowing … Continue reading Putting a Halt