Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly… Birds fly over the rainbow, why then oh why can’t I? These words, from the song made popular by Judy Garland in the Wizard of Oz, were sung to me by my mother when I was a young girl and when I was a new mother anytime I got discouraged or down. No matter what I was dealing with, she knew when to spontaneously start singing, and it always brought even the slightest smile to the situation. Today I don’t hear my mother’s wonderful voice as often…guess we thought I out grew it, …

My Dad: Salvation to Service

I was born into the home of new believers. My mother found Christ first and spent a full year praying for my father. He had once said he would go to church but he would never want a Christian in his home. He never did find God. God found him. He found him in his room searching the scriptures for the UFO’s his older brother swore were in there. He found my father wrestling through the Old Testament exclaiming he could believe in Him, it was this crazy Jesus he couldn’t swallow. He found him considering conversion to Judaism. Then …

Who are we pleasing?

A thought has been in my mind for quite some time. A thought that seems to judge, but I am just as guilty. A thought about parenting, about the past, about what my spirit is teaching, and about what I am learning… a thought about truth. You see I look around and see. I see more deeply than before. I see what my past has done to me; the thoughts, the inescapable connections in my brain that have been hard wired because of a choice or a thought, whichever it may be, that occurred a long time ago. Sometimes I …

And So We Wait

Waiting: stay where one is or delay action until a particular time or until something else happens; used to indicate that one is eagerly impatient to do something or for something to happen. A few weeks ago, I was up at 4am busily getting ready to travel to a conference. I had almost forgotten about the pregnancy test I had taken that early morning, but thankfully, I happened to glance at it before walking out the door. Expecting to see only one line, I did a triple take when I saw not one, but two obvious pink lines. I didn’t …

From Tradition to Memories

In a world of busyness and chaos, hustle and bustle, it is nice to take time to stop and enjoy it.  How often do we simply relax with our spouse or play with our children?  I can honestly say I often find myself telling my children to “go play” instead of “let’s play.” One of the many things I love about the Christmas Season is that even though it is hurried in the shopping and wrapping and parties…. there are still those moments when I can sit and do a craft with my children or make cookies with my family.  …

Thankfulness is Best Lived Forward

  When I think of the word thankfulness I get a picture myself as a young mother. I’m wiping the sweat from my brow and the hair from my eyes. Whew!  I was not sure how I could get it all done. But thankfully, God made a way. Most of the time I was waltzing somewhere between flustered and flabbergasted. I’ll admit that a lot of the time I was overwhelmed with things instead of thankful for them. One day I was standing on my porch watching one little daughter go down the street to play and another little daughter …

My Shipwrecked Life

Among the many definitions of wrecked, included are: any building structure or thing reduced to a state of ruin and the ruins or destruction of a vessel or anything. Its definition describes my life was two years ago. My life was so broken that it wrecked “my plans” I had for my life. To make a long story short my husband is a soldier and was deployed twice with the Operation Iraqi Freedom. When he returned home it took almost two years to get a job. Even though he is a considered a veteran he went unnoticed for many opportunities. …

When You Feel That Jesus Has Forgotten You

  My husband and I sat across the table at a steakhouse from one of my best friends and her husband. She was barely able to make it through the meal due to morning sickness. I was barely able to make it through the meal due to despair. My heart ached for what she had growing inside of her. Although my husband and I hadn’t been trying for a baby for all that long, it seemed like forever. My greatest fear was that my mom’s seven-year struggle to conceive would be my heartache as well. I tried to be happy …