She can't quite reach out on purpose. But she is trying. Her stretched out fingers were ready to grasp whatever her little palm landed upon. This time it's my own hand. Mama. She stretches them toward me, eyes brimming with delight when she hits her target. She rests them there. […]
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"Pray for my arm, mama. Pray for my arm." I almost missed the moment, small as it started out. To most, it was no big deal, really. But as the cloud of mindless distraction dissipated, I realized the largeness of his request. It was the first time he had asked […]
It was just a moment but an eternity of grace, when two wild hearts met and we were both unafraid. Creation stood still as it was in the beginning, a glimpse into Eden. Oh be still my soul and listen to the wind rustling through the trees. In the cool […]
Even after moving so far away, how I treasured the sound of her voice saying whenever I returned, “my baby girl is home,” accompanied by the most generous, unfiltered hug my heart could ever know. Her arms were the best place for my wounded, wandering soul to find its rest. […]
The flower that blooms in winter does not fear the cold. It springs forth anyway.
"This Flower, whose fragrance tender with sweetness fills the air, Dispels with glorious splendor the darkness everywhere." ~Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming I have always loved this hymn, though it's rarely sung in any worship setting these days. It reminds me, as this rose that bloomed in my garden […]
The heartbreak erupted on his face and it was enough to pierce your soul, even if the matter was not that big of a deal. Our dear rescue dog had just gobbled up his piece of bread. My two year old — Mr. Independent– had grabbed the piece himself from […]
I hate bugs but this picture mesmerizes me. It's summertime here, so that means it's cicada season. The ubiquitous rise and fade of humming in clusters around the neighborhood… those are the males singing out their melodies for their mates. But that's a lesson for someone more interested in cicadas. […]
The innocence you possess as a baby is a healing balm to my battered soul from the business I work in. It is sweet and comforting, something I long to protect and wish I could for the rest of my life. They say a mother's love is fierce. The thousand […]