*originally posted October 2016 One day not too long ago my quiet time in prayer revealed a song in my heart that I never knew was there. Words came flooding up out of my spirit like they had been there all of my life, and yet I hardly recognized them. It was as if a secret longing in my heart had…
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How Did We Get Here? A follow up to “Silent Suffering”
Since my previous post on Spiritual Abuse went live a few weeks ago, questions have been raised about the who, the what, the where; the answers to most of which I am still keeping to myself. But the one question that continues to fester in the back of my mind, as well as the minds of others who have experienced…
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Breast is Best! (except when it isn’t…)
*Originally posted in September 2015 – current day reflections added to the end To breastfeed or bottle feed…that is the question. It seems like no “mommy war” is fought more vehemently than this one. Over and over again we hear “breast is best” from our doctors, from our mothers, from our friends, from groups specifically designed to support breastfeeding. This…
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Domestic Diaries – Confessions from a Mother of 5
*Text as originally posted in 2018. I’ve added additional comments to the bottom that reflect current life. I have been told, on occasion, I appear like a person who has it all together – domestically speaking. People walk through my living room and gaze at the large photo wall filled with smiling children in coordinating outfits and wonder “how does…
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Silent Suffering in the House of the Lord
There is a song that frequents the radio with a chorus that repeats the refrain “There is joy in the house of the Lord, there is joy in the house of the Lord today. And we won’t be quiet, we shout out your praise.” I love this song for many reasons, but mostly because it captures the essence of how…
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What’s your “Green Ring?”
It brought to mind situations from my past that I am only now able to fully appreciate with the clarity and understanding that comes from hindsight and maturity and made me wonder how differently things might have gone had I only exercised more patience or discernment.
