Recently I asked my husband, “will I always be sad?” There are so many things in our life (and family) that we are grieving. Unseen things. Yes, they are seen by God . But the sadness often feels so heavy. So deep. So lasting. The colder weather, the longer nights makes this season especially hard. We held this grief during the summertime, but during the day I could go to the pool with my youngest two children and sit in…
On my knees, beside my bed, I closed my eyes and wished life was different. I prayed, asked God to work, and intervened. But my circumstances stayed the same. I felt the sadness creep into my very soul that night. The next morning, even with the rising of the sun I struggled to see God’s mercies. Sadness makes me feel invisible. As a type-A, eldest daughter with five children, a busy husband, and lots of responsibilities, I don’t have time…
“Thank you Lord for a cool house….” I remember praying this the first month we moved back from Honduras. After living in Central America with no central air, the AC in my mom’s house felt like a God-send. It was also a season of heartbreak for our family. We did not want to move away, but because of a breakdown of communication with our agency, God clearly led us away. I cried that entire month, but I also started giving…
This summer hasn’t looked like I imagined. I pictured slow mornings on my porch with coffee, my Bible, and my journal. Instead, the heat drove me inside. There were errands, meals to cook, children needing rides, unexpected interruptions, and all the ordinary moments that make up real life. Also. There was something big and hard and devastating – but private so I can’t share. In all of this. Summer just wasn’t what I wanted or pictured. So what is this…