Welcome to Week #5 of the Made Like Martha Mobile Book Club. We are glad that you’re here and I’m grateful for the opportunity to talk with you about a…
In my defense, "normal" wasn't a bad thing. But if I stayed in that place of wishing and striving to get things back to how they used to be, I'd miss out on today.
No one looks forward to a dark season. Yet they come anyway, as we face hardship, loss, illness, relational wounds, and trials requiring perseverance.
I sat cuddled in an oversized blanket, watching my son play cars. My mind wandering from the boisterous crashing play in front of me, to a recent internal question I hadn't dared voice. I turned to Jared's form beside me on the sectional. "Am I being lazy?"
I live interrupted. As a toddler mom, my thoughts turn to boisterous hugs and excited distractions. Even as I sat down to write this morning, Dillon ran over to watch my laptop screen and attempted to blow out the sweet smelling candle on the table next to me. Where was I again?
God gives not only the mission, but the power to carry it to completion. Not to shrink back in fear. The opposite of timidity. You are not faint-hearted. You are powerful, endowed with love and blessed with self-discipline.
I was pregnant and now I'm not. I'm still in the thick of this one, so I have less than half figured out. Some days, grief hangs heavy around my neck and other times, it's a smelly onion I thought I'd gotten rid of until another painful layer peels away.