It’s hard to decide what to love him for the most –the fact that he planned this little getaway for us, to dangle in front of me through the grief and stress of this last season of life –or that he got up first and made coffee. He is a good man. I lay on…
That preacher man made us do something glorious in church a few weeks ago, but he moved on too quickly, if you ask me. I wanted to shout out, Hold up, my love, can we just soak this in for a minute? In the middle of his sermon he said something like, Raise your hand…
I sat down on the stairs Monday night and had myself a good cry. (Here I pause to contemplate how many times I’ve blogged about crying. Dumb girl.) It all started the night before when I pulled Matt’s new, expensive birthday sweater out of the dryer and saw it appeared smaller than when I purchased…
So I woke up on Monday morning, after having spent hours over the weekend writing Spanish lesson plans, picking up the house, catching up on laundry, and prepping four meals for the coming week. And now I was feeling like a complete failure. I moped around this house all morning going through a mental list…
He turned in his test and about five seconds later approached me, to ask if he could change an answer he thought was wrong. I said, Sure. So he pulled out his pencil, leaned over his test that was on my desk, and I watched as he erased the correct answer and wrote in the…
When we first built our house we planted grass in the front yard but didn’t have grass in the backyard for a few years. Enter a beautiful summer day, four little kids, a water hose, and one mom who is distracted in the kitchen. At some point I wisely or mistakenly look out my kitchen…
Since being hired to be a Spanish teacher, I have begun a weekly routine of having a small panic attack every Sunday night, in which I verbalize to Matt all the ways I don’t feel like I’m a good teacher. I tell him on the couch. I tell him in the kitchen. I tell him…
Yesterday I assigned my beginning Spanish students to make vocabulary flashcards. They kept asking me, What does this mean? What does this mean? I soon discovered the vocabulary list had no English definitions, only the Spanish words. I had given them an impossible task. Oops. Today I shall help these poor students, by providing definitions…
A free gift for you today: Since it’s garden-planting time, I have posted a free Bible study on my website entitled Digging Up Dirt: Cultivating the Seed of Forgiveness. As you’re pulling weeds outside this week, consider how the weed of unforgiveness chokes the life out of us. I am THE worst at reflecting on past failures…
What I needed all along was a place where I could bring my sin, but no one pointed the way (or more likely they did but I never saw it.) Most wanted me to feel better about myself. God loves you, they said. Well, yes, but what about all this YUCK inside me? What about the ill-spoken words to a…
I sent in a whole stack of devotional writings to a publication. They said, “Allow six months for a response.” Well, it’s been six months, and I just received a whole stack of rejection emails. And I think back to when I had to bend down on my knees to look my little boy in…
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