Joy :: Five Minute Friday {}

Joy :: Five Minute Friday

Dec 9th, 2016

Every time I get frustrated or down or feel defeated, I always get that song from children’s church stuck in my head, “The joy of the Lo-o-o-ord is my strength.” I sing through each verse, especially the Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha one. Then I cheer up, dig in, and do what it is I need to do or at least try harder.

I knew the verse inspiring this song came from Nehemiah, one of my favorite books, but in my study of it today, I learned something new and awesome. When taken in context, this phrase evokes a more powerful meaning than can be expressed through sing-songy laughing.

A Christmas Confession (and playlist) {}

A Christmas Confession (and Playlist)

Dec 5th, 2016

I abhor all things sappy. I am not a hugger or a cryer. I don’t watch movies or read books that make me feel things (except Harry Potter, of course.) I am a cold hearted woman who enjoys silence and solitude. But there is one small concession I am willing to make that will potential destroy my ice queen reputation. I can no longer hide…

Unwrapped: The Gift of Brokenness {}

Unwrapped: The gift of Brokenness

Dec 4th, 2016

“I know what you are going to say, and I don’t want to hear it,” my husband said on the other end of the line. I had interrupted his golf game with unwelcome news.

“I don’t want it, either, but I don’t have a choice,” I said, hanging up.

Eight months later, the nurses shuffled me into a room and started hooking up the monitors. The machine charted my contractions like perfect mountain tops against a graphical horizon. They were predictable and strong. It was time to meet our baby girl.

We knew I would have a c-section. As the procedure began, my doctor provided a play by play. “Oh look! I see a pair of feet!” Then, “Have you ever seen a tush so cute!”

Then silence.

Weighty, breath stealing silence and the certainty of something gone wrong.

Blessed Women of Faith by Linda Guteres {}

Blessed Women of Faith

Nov 28th, 2016

As her mind tumbled like a marble in a box, she felt it. She stopped and put her hand to her stomach. It was like the flutter of a butterfly’s wing in her belly. What had she eaten? Was she becoming ill? The feeling passed as she began to tackle the household chores.

Weeks passed and then the feeling came again. It was stronger now and lasted longer. Her mind began to race and then it struck her, could she be pregnant?

Enjoy :: Five Minute Friday {}

Enjoy :: Five Minute Friday

Nov 18th, 2016

Mark Twain said, “To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with.” As an uncompromising introvert, I can think of plenty enjoyable things to do by myself. Reading a good book tops the list. Searing hot showers with water boiled in the fires of Mordor are another. Also, eating candy bars in silence in my car with seat warmer on is pretty high up there.

Yet the times that are filled with the most pleasure are times shared with other people. My people. My tribe.