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Sifting
“Simon, Simon, behold, Satan demanded to have you, that he might sift you like wheat, but I have prayed for you that your faith may not fail. And when you have turned again, strengthen your brothers.” ~ Luke 22: 31-31 The sum total of what is known, unknown and what remains of my childhood sit downstairs in stacked boxes. I’ve been putting off the going-through of them for sometime. I’ve been telling myself that I’ll wait until the business of estate handling is over, which has been a process to say the least. Now there is light at the end of that tunnel and so the “sifting” has begun. …
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The Measure of a Moment
So much happens in a moment. In one moment a person is born and in the blink of an eye another is gone. There are moments that build up, others that tear down. Moments of strength, moments of weakness. There are times of plenty and times of known scarcity. Seasons of joy, seasons of pain. Days of sun and days full of rain. There are frigid cold days and others brimming with the sun’s warmth. Moments that just happen and others that don’t, moments of adjustment and moments of appointment. Even seasons of adversity seem to be appointed by God himself. (Hebrews 12:6) There are times to put the peddle…
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This Is All I Have To Give: Letting Go
One of this week’s Bloghop themes for P31 Ministries online Bible Studies, Am I Messing Up My Kids? just hit home in a big way. In last week’s post I shared a bit about how transition currently feels like a long endurance swim through life. It’s been tough to say the least. And then it got even more tough, more complicated, more “messy”. The little bit of security and stability I was grasping for became a tabled option for the time-being as more questions than answers surfaced in the middle of this re-location. The truth is we are resting in a period of great unknown. Our little family desperately desires…
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From “Idealistic” to “Realistic”: Being a Mom is Tough
My post today is deviating a bit from the norm. This post is more for the moms out there navigating the tough waters that is motherhood than really anyone else. It’s meant to be honest. It’s meant to encourage. I’m not quite sure how I painted parenthood to be a Hollywood stroll through the park. My guess is it occurred in the long span of time it took to enter into parenthood in the first place. After 4 long years of infertility and a devastating miscarriage our friends all around us were welcoming kiddos left and right while we came face-to-face with shattered dreams. That large empty dining room table…
