Please Help Me To Be Nice

Please Help Me To Be Nice

A few nights ago, lying beside the crib in a darkened room, I said prayers with our youngest. When I was finished, his voice spoken softly said, “Mama, I wish I could say my prayers myself.”  A little surprised I said, “…of course baby, you can talk to God anytime.” ...
Beautiful Brokenness

Beautiful Brokenness

While most people in our South Georgia community were pulling Christmas decorations out of boxes to adorn their tables, mantels, and trees, we were packing things into boxes preparing to begin a new journey. My husband had been called to pastor a church a few hundred...
Children, Church and Chaos

Children, Church and Chaos

Often I get to church feeling as though I need to skip Sunday School, walk straight up to the sanctuary, down the center aisle, and kneel at the altar to pray. Does this sound a bit dramatic?  Maybe, but if you have children and you’re a church-goer, I’m betting (or...

And then…My life will begin.

I will turn 16, get a car, and then I’ll be free.  A few more weeks of high school, and then I will move out on my own.  I will graduate from college, and then I will get a good paying job and live the good life.   I will work as I hard as I can, and then I’ll be...
An Invitation

An Invitation

“Sit with me Mama,” my little boy said. He was sitting at the breakfast table having a snack and watching me hustle around the room straightening, cleaning, and just trying in general to catch up. (A lofty goal I never seem to reach.)  “I’m coming baby, let me just...

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