I haven’t heard as much of the debate this year about the appropriate way to greet our fellow humans throughout this season. I find it interesting only because I swear I may have punched someone in the throat if they said, ‘Happy holidays!’ I much prefer ‘Merry Christmas!’ this go-around. Thankyaverymuch. Continue reading
A really sweet and always incredibly wise friend reminded me of this poignant Fred Rogers comment today. He was once quoted as saying, ‘When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” To this day, especially in times of “disaster,” I remember my mother’s words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world.’ Continue reading
It is rare that I find myself at a loss for words, but today? I’m at a loss. Except for one.
I admit I took a moment to look up the definition of the word taken because today, this is the only word that feels relevant and it feels absolutely negative. But I knew that wasn’t right. You can take your child’s hand or a compliment, and as I recalled from many of my own experiences, you can take a photo. All good things. I looked it up because all taken stirs up for me today is a negative connotation. This weekend, in Kalamazoo, something very sacred was taken.
Human lives. Continue reading
Phew. Christmas is over. Is it bad I was looking forward to the day after? Maybe I just needed a good dose of ‘pull up your big girl pants and get through it.’ Because that’s what ultimately happened and you know what? It didn’t suck. Not at all. Continue reading
I have always been a very proud mama. I recall how I felt the first time Connor sat up on his own and when he took his first steps. I remember being proud when he learned how to ride a bike and when he learned how to (really) swing a bat. Well, that time was less about pride than it was about sheer pain from the impact of the bat striking the side of my face shortly thereafter. #dontsittooclosemom
Sometimes I feel rather selfish when it comes to taking photos. See, what my unsuspecting subjects don’t realize is that part of the experience is just the opportunity I seize to spend time with them. Continue reading
Even (almost) two months after our trip to Guatemala, these words hit me like a brick every day. The beloved. I am His beloved.
It’s taken so much for me to accept that. It started happening in Guatemala, but honestly? It’s a reminder I need almost daily. Continue reading
You’re all also fans of Nicholas Sparks, right? The very first book I cried
sobbed like a baby as I finished was “Message in a Bottle.” They knew I was so touched they made it into a film. I didn’t love that one so much (don’t do it, Kevin Costner!) but as his books became more popular, more movies followed and of the many that require a tissue or two was The Vow. Oh, The Vow. Continue reading
I found myself a foreigner in another church tonight. Well, not really a foreigner, I guess, but I did refer to myself as ‘an invader.’ Continue reading
Last year, a good friend of mine
conned encouraged me to join him in the Active:Water Two Week Challenge in support of World Water Day. I elected to join him mostly because I’m not well-versed in how to say ‘eh, no thanks’ when I’ve been asked to take part in a cause. Don’t y’all use that against me now, ya hear? Also? He’s on the Board of Directors over there and so that makes him kind of a big deal and doubles the difficulty in saying ‘eh, ees ok.’ P.S. Name that Bachelor contestant. Continue reading