Think on Such Things

For me, the last post on anger was a musing of the past. It was emotions that have taken me years to work through and at times, still work through. It began when our family lived in North Carolina several years ago and this journey of having a medically complicated son began. I found myself more and more angry at what God was doing with our life, about how He was orchestrating everything for His glory. I didn’t get it! I still don’t in many ways. That anger that I experienced so frequently turned to bitterness and distance. I just didn’t want to read the Bible. I didn’t feel like going to church. I didn’t want to teach my kids about God because I just didn’t trust him. It was a dark season. At times, it still is. My heart felt so sick and what was worse is that I could see where I was. I have grown up surrounded by the Church all of my life and I knew that my heart was growing cold. Honestly, I don’t remember what the turning point was. I don’t think that there was a big e

Embed from Getty Images I just realized something a few days ago, I’m a teenager right now. I may be 34 but my new life with Jesus actually began 16 years ago. I was a freshmen in college when God awoke my heart. I don’t have a teenager yet, but I definitely remember being a teenager so many years ago. I remember the awkwardness of those times. I was still trying to figure out the world and I thought I had so much figured out. I thought I knew what I was doing. I thought that I knew what was good for me. Wow, was I dumb! How can I be so harsh with myself? Well, when I was 16, I was in my first relationship…if you can even call it that. I was working at Marie Callendar’s restaurant and crushing super hard on one of the servers. He was 22.  As a mother now, I realize the terror that my mom had in her eyes when she found out I was seeing this boy off and on. I remember her telling me, “You’re never going to see that boy again.” He had gotten fired from the restaurant…I

This week has been a doozy! We’ve gone through weeks like this before and we thought that they were just the new normal that we had to get used to. Weeks where Moses has these crazy highs and lows. A week where we batten down the hatches and kick into survival mode. No budgets. No showers. No breaks. These weeks make me see the wonder of dry shampoo, wet wipes, credit cards and early bedtimes. They happen about once a month or maybe every 6 weeks. Truthfully, I’m not too sure about the timeline because these weeks are a blur. With everything that has been under concern with Moses's GI tract, I wondered if this were another ileus. That thought drove me to email his specialist and ask for an x-ray. I felt like he was in a lot of pain, besides the fact that he kept saying “owie.” When he’s in pain, he seems to make raspberry sounds with his mouth a lot, like 90 percent of his waking day. Which then causes bleeding lips. His stimming activity is at it’s peak and he can’t seem t

  Happy Mother’s Day! So glad for you if that congratulatory statement brings you pride, joy, and happy memories. I am truly thankful that you can spend this weekend celebrating. Take some good time to think back on the blessing of being a mother. There is a little one or ones in your life who treasure you! You have people in your life who love you no matter how many wrinkles you have. No matter how many dimples in your thighs. No matter the level of education that you attained. No matter the job that you gave up. No matter the moments that you lost your patience. No matter the clothes you wear, the perfume you buy. No matter the level of clean that you keep the house. No matter the amount of money you make. No matter the nutritious food you make. You are valuable. You are loved. You have made a huge contribution to this world just by loving your family. You have been given A TASTE of unconditional love. To those who are hiding in their home on this day of celebration because i

I’ve grown up in a faith, a “religion,” a community that believes in miracles. Jesus did miracles. Fed 5,000 people from 5 loaves and 2 fish. Raised people from the dead. Made the lame man walk. Caused the blind man to see. Healed lepers. Cast out demons. Healed a man who seemed to be having seizures. Disappeared from crowds. Caused a hemorrhaging woman to stop bleeding. His disciples did miracles. Raised the dead. Healed the sick with a touch of their cloak. My question for so long was…would that ever happen to me? Would I ever be the recipient of healing, a miracle? I would venture to say that we all might want that. We all have something in our life that we would want God to look at and just fix, on the spot, no waiting, no mistakes. Hurt made whole. Then, God answered that question for me several years ago . I still can’t believe that He would grace me with a glimpse of His glory in that way! Praise be to God who would have been just as good if He hadn’t healed me. I know ma