Think on Such Things

Unanswered Prayer I remember the dark days of unanswered prayer. The feeling of abandonment was so very real! When it just seemed to be one thing after another and I thought God wasn't answering my prayers of relief for me or my child.Those days have come and gone, then come and gone again and come and gone again. I'm sure they will make another appearance at some point. Maybe now they come more in moments then in seasons. I remember the deep pain of those initial days. My child was in the hospital for 5 weeks and each hospital visit to the NICU meant potential gains only to see him regress. Up and down, every day for 5 weeks. Every down seemed to challenge my faith more and cause me to wonder, "Are you really hearing me?" I remember coming home to my husband and 21 month old girl just weeping. I was breaking. I remember my little girl coming up to my husband saying, "Daddy is mommy ok?" Photo by  MMPR  on  Unsplash I couldn't breathe. My he...

I've never been one for amusement parks. Maybe I was when I was younger or when the idea of being tossed to and fro from a big metal machine was a novelty, but not now. Cue Debbie Downer music. How can you not like amusement parks?! Are you always such a downer? It just doesn't appeal to me as fun. It's probably due to the fact that my body is starting to feel older, more worn. My recovery from things that I used to do in my twenties is not hours anymore. It's more like days. I bet that means I should work out more, take some sort of supplement, heal my gut, rest more, wake up before my kids to run and so goes the list of self-care that I need to figure out how to accomplish so that I can ride a roller-coaster again. Truth is...I am on a roller-coaster. Come on, you saw that metaphor coming. What do you mean Melissa? Thanks for asking my friend. That metaphor actually started when my little man was born. I was in the hospital for 6 weeks on bed rest before he was...

I can’t remember the last time I changed my sheets. Sorry to burst your bubble of sanitation, but it’s true. Many weeks, just getting the family’s clothes cleaned is an Olympic worthy event. Sheets are often the last thing on my mind to get clean. “Nasty!” you say. “Doesn’t she know that will help them to not get sick as often?!” you say. “There has to be some time to work out for cleaning them! I mean, she is writing right now?!” you say. I know. Those thoughts plague me too. But most days, my head is too tired. My head is content to just have a bed. No matter if it’s clean. Most days, I just don’t have the mental energy to think about how I am going to rearrange my schedule to clean the sheets. If they get done, they get done. Too me, they are neutral in the span of eternity. I’m pretty sure that Jesus wouldn’t mind laying his scarred head on my dirty sheets if he needed a place to stay. I’m sure he would see much more behind those dirty sheets than a lack of education about germ...