Marking the Moments.

Lately, I’ve been remembering.  Someone close to me is walking a path I’m all too familiar with so I’ve been her “person.”  I’m the one she calls when she’s spiraling.  The one she calls when she’s processing.  The one she calls when she needs safe ears to absorb all the cuss words.  I’ve heard that … More Marking the Moments.

Facing Fear

Sometimes it sneaks up behind me; taps me on the shoulder when I least expect it.  Sometimes I go toe-to-toe, stare it down, and double-dog dare it to try to take me down.  Sometimes I wrestle it through the night until dawn….and walk away with a limp like Jacob’s. But all the time I know … More Facing Fear

Emergency Contacts.

It’s that time of year again. Days filled with lists and ads and endless hours of shopping.  The time when we run from store to store getting all the supplies and get cramps in our hands from all the check-writing.  Workbook fees, athletic fees, class dues, and yearbook fees all come due at the exact … More Emergency Contacts.

On Change.

Once upon a time I thought I’d be a world traveller.  I’d join the Peace Corps or spend my  life on the mission field.  I’d build schools and teach in them.  I’d learn languages and cultures and all about the people.  I’d teach them and they’d teach me about their customs and traditions and what … More On Change.

The Promise.

Sobering, yet exciting.  Awful, yet awesome.  Overflowing with regret, yet bursting with anticipation.  Every year, during Holy Week, I wrestle with these dichotomies as the days tick down to my single favorite holiday of them all–Easter. Christmas is welcomed after endless months of planning, and running, and wrapping.  Thanksgiving comes after days of cooking and baking. … More The Promise.

Bloom.

One day, we went walking through a 550-year old lava field….. What?  You never started a sentence like that?   Well, neither did I; until just last week, that is.  Last week we did something we never, ever do: We took our kids on vacation. To most of you this may mean nothing at all. … More Bloom.

Abandoned?

I have a confession to make.  Sometimes I get on my knees to pray and {for just a tiny, split-second} I wonder if Anyone is actually listening. In one week’s time, a beautiful wife & mother of 4 young children lost her year-long battle with brain cancer.  That freaking repulsive tumor stripped her of her … More Abandoned?

My purpose (?)

Change is beckoning.  Calling to me from around the corner–blinking like a blue-light special at the Kmart we frequented when I was a child. As a military wife of almost 17 years my purpose has been easy–be “the constant.” In a life that changes with every TDY, PCS, job title, and promotion I have always … More My purpose (?)