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?”
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”
It was 8 a.m. and my husband and I were the first ones to arrive at the doctor’s office. His secretary had called the day before and asked if we could come in before the other scheduled patients that day to discuss my husband’s ultrasound results.
I had done my homework and was armed with every possible diagnosis I had hoped it might be—including the ones I prayed it wasn’t. The latter won. Continue reading “The Blog I Was Afraid To Write”
This is a tale of two shoes. Shoes that I purchased for my two-year-old daughter. Shoes that only after I returned home that evening, cut off the tags and slipped onto her adorable feet, did I realize were the wrong size. Well, one of them was.
This is also a tale about kindness and my total and shameless lack of it.
Continue reading “If The Shoe Were On The Other Foot”