Dustballs are Forever

One of the most powerful things we can say to a child is, "I'll play with you." I'll never forget the advice an older, wiser mom gave me when I was a new mom with a perpetual look of exhaustion all over my face. "I wish I had spent more time on my knees playing with my children rather than … Continue reading Dustballs are Forever

How Will You Breathe This Season?

There were a lot of tears this morning, my friends. My daughter insisted that she wear her favorite white dress shoes to her Thanksgiving Feast at preschool. Her heart was set on these shoes, only these shoes. But these beloved favorites have become a size too small. "Does it hurt?" I asked her. "No it fits, Mommy!" she mustered, clearly in … Continue reading How Will You Breathe This Season?

To the Waiting

Rain. Some splash in its puddles. Some quietly watch it all race down a window. Some eagerly drive through it, wheels spraying up a furious trail. But for some, it means waiting. Waiting for the sun. The warmth. Any small glimmer of hope. Rains of hardship, loneliness, injustice, discouragement pound down, with no trace of rest, and they wait. They are … Continue reading To the Waiting