For several weeks, I stopped blogging. Perhaps you noticed, though I won’t be offended if you didn’t.
I had a very darn good reason to stop, but let me tell you, putting blogging to the side was a HARD choice for me to make.
For two-and-a-half years, I faithfully sat in this chair (or couch or bed) and hammered out the message God pressed on my heart. Because that’s what I had committed to God to do.
Every week. Faithfully. In the chair. And faithfully, every week, He gave me a message to share.
Until a couple of months ago. Right around the end of July, the messages started to dry up. The fire was squelched.
I struggled to keep up with my promise. Struggled to care about my promise. And I felt horrible about it. I felt like I had failed God.
How could I love Him and yet not keep my commitment to Him? Continue reading
She still wears animal prints. Everywhere. Always.
This prayer was originally published back in February, around the time of my baby girl’s birthday. Today, I reblog it because THIS is exactly where I am this week.
I sent her off to kindergarten, and my heart is in need of some quality God time because of it. #mommyneedsapsalm
If your heart is in need of a little pick-me-up-God, pray with me…again.
I look at my child, and I see innocence. I see vulnerability. I see the child with tiny, sweet voice asking for mommy.
If I had a choice, I would keep her in this place, all chub and sippy cups, cracker crumbs and stuffed animals.
I would lock her to me, breathe in the scent of her hair and whisper “Mommy loves you.” Always.
If I had a choice, I would pretend I can’t hear You say the time draws near.
I would pretend we see her the same — she’s just a baby girl. Continue reading
This is marriage.
He sent me another one today. A short email to say he would try to be home a little earlier so I could get in a couple of hours of work before we were due at our girls’ back-to-school night.
A boring email.
He sends me a lot of such emails.
I can’t remember the last time he sent me a flowery love email like some women get. Or a simple “thinking of you” message. (Though he does give beautiful cards for special occasions.)
From an outside perspective, the emails he sends me are nothing special. Mundane at best. But I keep every stinkin’ one of them. I have since we first started dating, back when he DID send me love messages. Continue reading