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Good morning, anxiety…
Good morning, anxiety. I feel you spiking each time I think of one more thing to do. You pound me, driving me further into the ground. You take my breath away, making it hard to breathe. Good morning, God. I blink trying to take in the beauty around me and fight away the stabbing anxiety.…
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Glittering Motherhood?
I scrub dishes over the sink, just like I do every morning. The rushing water drowns out the voices of my son and daughter, creating throughout the stage and art studio of our home. This morning, unbeknownst to me, my daughter decided to outline her newly penned drawing with milky white Elmer’s glue and sprinkle,…
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Silhouettes of Summer
The sun dips below the horizon, releasing water colors of blue, purple, and orange bleeding across the vast expanse of sky. The dark outline of the trees dances and sways in front of the tapestry of changing colors. A bird, as black as the night that will soon come, flutters across the sky. The colors…
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The Renewed Dancer: A Masterpiece
My hands lightly grip a thrilling fiction book. As I look up, I remind myself that I am not really living and breathing in this page-turner. I take a deep breath, lowering my heart rate. I sit poolside, inhaling fresh summer air, my body soaking in the warm sun. This week, we are dog-sitting for…
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You Bear His Image
When sadness careens down your insides and a voice whispers softly at first and then slightly louder, increasing in force, You aren’t enough. You shouldn’t be feeling like this. You are alone. ❤️God created you. You bear His image. When you look in the mirror and you notice the bags under your eyes, the lump…
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Claiming God’s Presence in Dark Moments
Written in March of 2022 My mind is foggy, like nothing that I am processing makes sense. My phone registers 35 unread messages, but I cannot even begin to read them, they are like a foreign language. From downstairs, I can hear music from Encanto lofting up the stairway. I hear giggles, squeals, and little…
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Beholding the Sky
Written in March of 2022 I find myself nestled in the plush white chair in the corner of our room, draped in a blanket. This spot is familiar to me like my morning cup of coffee. I didn’t make it outside today. My body was too physically exhausted and the onset of a cold kept…
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Embraced
Written in April 2022 I walk into church the wind blasting my face, so forceful it might knock me over. This is my first Sunday back to church. My stomach is tied in knots; the familiar nauseating anxiety climbing up my insides. I take a deep breath. I walk, with each step, reminding myself I…
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What if “How are you?” doesn’t have an easy answer?
Written in March of 2022 It’s another slate gray day outside and within my soul; I am drained. I have slowly re-entered the world of motherhood – washing dishes, wiping sticky fingers, scooping up toys and placing them in bins, and filling cups, all while having an inner monologue blazing through my mind about what…
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The Shepherd of Our Dark Valleys
Written in March of 2022 Feelings whirl within me, so forceful I might implode, broken and left for dead. Questions circle my mind like vultures, What now? How do I move forward? How do I live with this pain? How do I make sense of this and use my story? I slowly feel the familiar…
Refuge of Grace
writing from within the storm, resting underneath His rock of refuge, breathing in His sunset of grace
Refuge of Grace 