His struggles mirror my struggles…I couldn’t shake the circular thought as I drove through once familiar city traffic that Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday…Every time I sat behind the wheel my mind went to this single thought. Two years, I hadn’t stepped foot in California for two years and in an instant, the previous life my home state offered wrapped its tentacles … [Read more...] about The Bullish Side of Struggle
I Was A Parenting Wreck Nearly three years ago my parenting was a TOTAL wreck. Without realizing it I adopted a lot of thinking that compromised my role as a mom. I lost sleep trying to figure out how to help my son. Little did I know that I was the one that needed the help! A friend, the kind that stands the tests of time and changes, listened to my disconcerted heart and … [Read more...] about Are You a Parenting Wreck? Take the Quiz and Find Out!
Those first several hours of our drive to the top of Idaho’s panhandle our attention focused on my mother-in-law’s surgery. Nearly to Oregon when the final word reached us that she was out of surgery with the prospect of healing better than when the procedure began left around thirteen hours to count our blessings. Our eventful transition continued to echo along the … [Read more...] about Waiting Behind the Wheel
I said Yes and we accepted an offer on our rental and we needed to find housing there. You’ve already read about how we found the single property that met our needs (and wants) but remember, we’re moving with kids. The kids joined us on our trip to secure housing and on that trip I came face-to-face with enemies I know well. As much as I wanted to follow God’s lead guilt and … [Read more...] about Waiting for Home **With Kids**
A gray dusk provide faint privacy as I sat in my car. Loose change, headphones and computer accounted for I opened the car door. I noticed his silhouette as I collected these things in my car, doors locked. He sat knees drawn close to his chest, his head covered by a red hoodie rested on the tips of his knees. A scrubby face kissed soiled jeans. As I collected my writing … [Read more...] about Going Where We Cannot Go