It started when my children were small and our world was so busy with things to do and then I began homeschooling. My days filled as we added each child. Activities. Naps. Mealtimes and bedtimes. I used to think life would slow down when my children got older. It hasn’t. The toys have mostly disappeared, but the dishes still pile up in the sink. The grocery list is just as long. If not longer! My calendar is full of appointments…

There are some kinds of waiting that make your stomach hurt. Those minutes can feel like hours. Your mind imagines every possible outcome while your heart wonders, Lord, what are You doing? I’ve learned that some of the hardest moments of faith happen not when life falls apart—but while we’re waiting to find out if it will. I call this waiting with a deadline. We know the answers to our questions will come, but time goes so slowly.  Waiting Can…

I waited until everyone was inside before I let the tears come. For days I had been telling myself I was just tired. Just busy. Just overwhelmed. But sitting alone in the driver’s seat, I finally admitted what God already knew: my heart was hurting. I wept and wept.  Sometimes I cry to myself, lamenting the pain. Often I’ll cry to my husband, pouring out my troubles or to my mom asking for advice. In the end, the Person I’m…

If I don’t write it down I will forget. It doesn’t matter if I need to call the dentist, write an article, or simply do laundry. My to-do list with notes goes on and on. The calendar on my phone has random appointments like: “Deadline for….” and “Call Mandy about….” With five kids, a husband who works long hours, and all of the other responsibilities, I find it impossible to remember everything. So friend, let’s remember God’s faithfulness. Don’t get me…