It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was howling. The thunder was crashing. The…
Wait. That’s not right.
Actually, it was a perfectly normal night and the only thing crashing was my foot into the side of the bed as I blindly stumbled toward the room of my howling 9-month-old son. Continue reading “When It’s Wrong To Be Right”
There’s a lot I could say about grief these days. Whether going through my own losses or walking with friends and loved ones through theirs, I’ve learned a lot about this uninvited guest that keeps showing up. Continue reading “The One Gift Every Grieving Person Needs”
I’ve always considered myself to be a helpful person. Having a baby? I’ll bring a meal. Need a hand tidying up your house? I’ve got a Swiffer with your name on it and an insane addiction for clean floors. Celebrating a birthday? Say no more…your party planner is here. Continue reading “Are You A Helpmate Or A Hurtmate?”
I’m going to go out on a limb here…but my guess is that if you’re reading this blog you’ve got a Facebook page. No rocket science degree here, folks. The more interesting discussion is…what’s on your page? Continue reading “If God Had A Facebook Page”
Several weeks before having my first child, I painstakingly took time to write out a multi-page birth plan. It included everything from the oils I wanted diffusing in the labor room to who would cut the umbilical cord. I even translated it into French because my husband and I were stationed overseas at the time, and I wanted to ensure there were no missteps in communication. Continue reading “Did Mary Have A Birth Plan?”
Patience has never been my strong suit. As a child I even had a record album that sang about it:
Have patience, have patience, don’t be in such a hurry. When you are impatient, you’ll only start to worry. Remember, remember, that God is patient too. Just think of all the times when He has had to wait on you.
The worst part about the song was when the turtle—yes, turtle—sang the words as slowly as possible. “Haaaaaaave paaaaaaaatience…..” I hated it. The waiting was killer.
Sadly, not much has changed since reaching adulthood. I still struggle with being patient. And now I have two young children who like to stretch what little I do have. But having patience…and a positive attitude…is a necessary virtue. As James, the brother of Jesus, wrote,
“My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.” James 1:2-4
The struggle is real, folks. But it’s worth it. Patience makes us better. It helps to strengthen us and perfect us. It’s hard to attain and easy to lose, but always worth having. And it’s always…always…worth the wait.
One of the greatest lessons I learned in life happened during my junior year of high school. My sister had just left for college, giving me the long-awaited privilege of being able to drive myself to school. It was a proud moment. But that’s where my gratitude ended and my pride began. Continue reading “A Lesson In Gratitude”