• How Did We End Up Here? Recognizing Pride

    I envy crafty people. I can spend hours browsing Pinterest, buy a small fortune in supplies, only to end up with a mess. At one point it was jewelry. I imagined the beautiful pieces I would create, picturing myself proudly gifting them at Christmastime. It appeared so deceptively easy! You can guess how that ended. How I cannot string a simple set of beads into an order worthy of adornment is beyond me! I finally admitted defeat and surrendered my supplies to a someone more talented. But God used my attempt at jewelry design, to teach me an unexpected lesson. When I began purchasing jewelry supplies, I was surprised to see so many teeny-tiny…

  • What’s the Main Course? Mary and Martha

    Now as they went on their way, Jesus entered a village. And a woman named Martha welcomed him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to his teaching. But Martha was distracted with much serving. And she went up to him and said, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Tell her then to help me.” But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.” Luke 10:38-42 I have always been a realist. Never…

  • Boy with a Sword Establishing Sword Rules

    Not every mom needs to establish rules for swords in her home. But then, I am not every mom. I am a mom of boys. Two of them actually. The rowdy variety. The kind who collect emergency room visits resulting in team-colored casts and chin stitches. The kind who are compelled to check out how the diesel pump works (soaking their brother in diesel fuel … a story for a later date). My boys also happen to have a Mom who did not grow up with brothers. Or even a clan of male cousins. Which, unfortunately for my boys, produced a nurturing, and often over-protective, Mom. Yes, I am that…

  • Contentment Why is it so hard to find?

    I spent years hearing that God satisfies all my longings. And I believed it. At least I tried to believe it. So … why do I continually feel a nagging discontent in my soul? Am I really saved? Am I not praying correctly or reading my Bible enough? Do I not have enough faith? What am I doing wrong? What is wrong with me? Maybe I need to ignore my restlessness. Keep telling myself to be content. After all, He created me, so of course He is the answer to everything. Somehow I cannot reconcile this truth. And I have really tried. We see people all around us searching for…

  • Tough Decisions Four Things I Know

    Today I am overwhelmed with gratitude. God has blessed me. Family and friends love me. Life can throw me to my knees, but it never hijacks God’s love and goodness. He guides my decisions, and receives my praise. He answers my prayers, and receives His glory. He leads my plans, and gathers His harvest. When my own prayers were weak, He lifted me through the prayers of His children. When my own anxiety overshadowed my own faith, He pushed through with His incomprehensible peace. And when the results were in, He not only answered prayers, but graciously allowed me to see that these decisions were not in vain. Two weeks…

  • Waiting Well It's A Matter of Perspective

    ​​Waiting is hard. When I first heard that statement after being diagnosed with breast cancer, it was in reference to waiting for the initial visit with the breast surgeon, and all the answers that would bring.  Little did I know, that was only the first of many waits I would experience throughout this journey. My most recent wait, involved a unique situation. I finally made it to the big surgery day. Bilateral mastectomy with immediate reconstruction using my own tissue. I had spent so much time prior to surgery second-guessing my decisions, that by the time surgery day rolled around, I was emotionally exhausted and ready to get it done and behind…

  • New Fears Deeper Faith

    A couple of years ago I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane to celebrate a friend’s 40th birthday. Needless to say, it was both exciting and terrifying. It was a tandem skydive, so I was harnessed to a trained instructor. Yes I had a choice. I certainly was not forced to jump. But I chose to trust the experienced, certified instructor to whom I was attached for the jump. Sometimes life is like that skydive. A few weeks ago I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I have gone through the range of emotions. From ominous feelings of depression, through almost overwhelming anxiety, to complete peace. Tomorrow morning I will…

  • Our Fight Club Prepare your mind | Take up your Weapon

    We are in a battle. But what are we really fighting for? I’ve read about this club. But never really considered it. I had no reason to. As a girl I was involved with a few clubs. Girl Scouts, Camp Fire Girls, Rainbow Girls. But generally speaking, I have never been a joiner. I don’t even like fads. But this club, I joined anyway. Honestly, it found me. And added me. Whether I wanted to be a member or not. I am not the first, nor the last, to use the breast cancer ‘club’ analogy. It is supportive and smothering at the same time. Now admittedly, I am not very…