“But It’s Not Like Last Time!”: Finding Joy in Unmet Expectations and Change

Her face was red and wet with tears. Her fists were clenched and she was shaking her head spastically making her blonde hair flail around her head. She continued to whine and complain, but I could barely understand her words through her deep sobs. She was having a full-fledged meltdown. Baggage was to blame. No,

Gratitude through Gritted Teeth

I knew there was a fee to park at the venue where I was taking my two young daughters to the Disney Princesses on Ice show. But I forgot. Not until I was driving in to the large lot did it dawn on me that I had no cash. And they don’t accept credit cards for parking.

The Christian Comparison Game: 3 Ideas About How We Can Stop Playing It

Part 2 of 2 In This Series About The Christian Comparison Game In Part 1 of this 2 part blog series, we talked about WHY we should stop comparing our acts of “Christian service” to what we percieve other believers to be doing for the Kingdom. You can read Part 1 here. The three main reasons

The Christian Comparison Game: 3 Reasons Why We Should Stop Playing It

Part 1 of a 2 Part Series about the Christian Comparison Game The comparison game. Ugh. We all do it, even those of us who know better. Women compare themselves to other women in so many ways. Why can’t I keep my house as clean as she does? My pile over there has been growing

Counting My Blessings

My husband and I have a little tradition we keep each Christmas season. We make popcorn and snuggle up to watch the movie, White Christmas, together. Real men watch Bing Crosby dance… in case you didn’t know. Each year I get teary-eyed as the snow falls at the end of the movie and as Bing

What A Mess.

I jolted upright in my bed awakened from a deep sleep by the sound of crying. I clumsily got up and walked down the hall in a stupor. The crying was coming from the Pepto Bismol pink bedroom of my girls. As I entered I continued to hear wailing sounds, saw two pj clad girls

One In A Million.

My son’s bus came to a sliding stop this morning on the ice rink/road near our home. As my boy started to make his way up the steps and on to school, I jokingly reminded him of his teacher’s name. I was only half-kidding. Due to snow and cold weather our local schools have been

What Are You Wearing?

When I was pregnant with my second child, my son was about three-and-a-half years old. And you know what they say about kids that age… “Inquiring minds want to know.” Right? Karson had all kinds of questions about the baby that was soon to be joining our family. One day he asked me what kind