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The Storm 

The Storm 

The storm arrived. It ravaged and battered our state. The winds howled. The rain poured. Strong trees snapped like twigs. Water overran its boundaries. It was too much for some to handle.   Life is a storm. It ravages and batters our lives. Struggles howl. Obstacles pour down on us. We break. We overrun our boundaries. It is too much for us. Help came for Florida after hurricane Irma. Utility companies restored power. Grocery stores restocked shelves. Help was and…

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Waiting

Waiting

Waiting. As moms we do a lot of waiting. We wait 9 months for our children to be born. When we finally hold their sweet bodies, we think the waiting is done. Yet we soon realize, the waiting has only begun. We wait at the doctors’ appointments. We wait at the drive thru. We wait for dad to finally come home. We wait at soccer practices and theater rehearsals. We wait for wounds to heal and bleeding to stop. I…

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Change 

Change 

Driving home from the orthodontist, my teenager sulkily asked, “when can I get these off?”  Not wanting to tell him the truth, I replied, “in awhile.” He gave me “the look.”   Hesitantly, I told him the truth. “18-24 months.”   His reaction was what I expected.   Change is difficult. Just ask the disciples. When Jesus rose from the dead, I’m sure they wanted to cling to him and never let go. They knew now He was the Son…

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Breaking Up is Hard to Do

Breaking Up is Hard to Do

I am breaking up with my best friend. Even though we go way back, it’s time. I have been trying to break up with her for the past twenty years, but she keeps clawing her way back in. It may seem heartless to leave her behind. After all, I take her everywhere. She wraps around me like a second skin.  She won’t go without a fight. She keeps whispering in my ear. She shouts to my back. Are you sure?…

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Camp Meeting Retreat

Camp Meeting Retreat

 When my husband first mentioned “Family Camp,” I thought he must have been mistaken. To me, camp was a place where kids go and parents rest from kids. It was a definition of camp that I liked.   When my mother-in-law suggested our family attend camp meeting, I was unsure. I liked my old idea of camp. I wanted to be able to ship my kids off and enjoy some solo time at the pool. However my kids started begging…

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Life Requirement

Life Requirement

 During summers as a young teen, I unloaded books from a semi truck for no pay. It was a normal day for the daughter of a pastor. Growing up as a PK (pastor’s kid) involved sorting Christmas toys, delivering toys, and other activities that I usually grumbled about doing. For me, community service wasn’t a high school requirement, it was a life requirement. As a grouchy teen, I didn’t appreciate what my parents were doing. Now, my perspective has totally…

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The Lie 

The Lie 

I am a liar. “How are you?”   “Good! How are you?” It’s easy. The cheery answers slips out before the real answer even has time to form on my lips. After all, how would people react if I told them the truth? What would people say if I told them I wasn’t “good,” and I hadn’t been “good” for quite some time? Pain makes us uncomfortable. When we ask someone how they are, we want a cheery answer. We…

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Desperate 

Desperate 

I looked up and down the street. He wasn’t there. My toddler son was gone. After dropping a bag of groceries in the house, I had returned for my almost two year old son. Now he was missing. The sidewalk was empty. Every yard on the street was vacant. I began to scream wild, desperate screams.   The Lord is searching. He is desperate for us. He cries out for us. His voice isn’t always audible, but it’s always present….

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A Different Anniversary

A Different Anniversary

This summer marks an important anniversary in my life. There won’t be any gifts exchanged to mark the day. No one will be hosting a party. I’m not even certain of the exact day. I am certain that without this anniversary I wouldn’t be able to celebrate the anniversary of my marriage or the anniversary of my children’s birth. I am also certain that without this anniversary I wouldn’t be here writing.   At age 14, I wanted to kill…

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Closed Doors

Closed Doors

“When the Lord closes a door, somewhere he opens a window.”   Maria, in the musical, The Sound of Music, had dreamed of and planned a life in the abbey. A conniving Baroness, a rigid, sea captain, and seven, mischievous children were not in her plan. The door to her dreams had rudely banged closed. I know exactly how Maria feels. My life hasn’t been the life I pictured as a child. My idealistic pictures of my future never included…

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