Only One Can Calm The Storms

By: Ginger Hughes I stood there. The air humid, the breeze gentle, lightning appearing to pierce the ocean far in the distance. The roar of the waves reverberated in my ears, as my eyes watched the caps turn white as they rolled toward the shore. It was evening. I stood there. Talking to God. Wondering …

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The Key to Your Calling

I told God I wasn’t meant to be a minister’s wife.  Two times to be exact. I can still remember precisely where I was when I said those prayers.  Once I was in church, when I had the strangest feeling wash over me that I was going to marry this minister, a man I knew …

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It’s A Special Day

“Sure we can do that…after all, it’s a special day.” I glanced to my right via an eye-roll, a grin tugging the corners of my mouth.  She glanced my way, knowing what I was thinking. Of course, today is a “special day.”  When Ma (my children’s name for my mother) is here, every day is …

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Dear Son,

Dear Son, I watch you play, your spirit a mixture of tough little boy, twinkle-in-the-eye mischief, and a heart so big I’m not sure how it fits in your chest. And I smile. You’re an enigma in a lot of ways. Perhaps it’s because, being a girl myself, I’ve never seen the world through a …

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Let It Go

My hands clench tightly around my dreams some days and especially around my heart’s desires.   My fists grasp frantically onto those I love in my effort to hold them close and keep them safe, as if it’s in my power to do this. No matter how much I wish it were different, I have little …

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Dear Overwhelmed Mama, It’s not about perfection; it’s about love.

I feel overwhelmed some days. It’s the kind of overwhelmed that has me looking around the room wondering where to even start. It’s the kind of overwhelmed that makes the tears sting my eyes because it seems as though the harder I try the further behind I get. That kind of overwhelmed. Sometimes I struggle …

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We Are Different

Our resident three-year-old alarm clock sounded at the usual and appointed time this morning—5:45 am sharp.  “Maaama…Daaddyy!  Can I get up?”  My elbow jabbed my husband’s side in my non-verbal way of saying, “It’s your turn.”  He turned toward the clock mentioning the time, as he sat up swinging his legs to the floor. “Have …

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