By: Ginger Hughes When God gave me you… He knew my heart would swell to overflowing. He knew I’d love you from the sight of those first pink lines, the sound of that first heartbeat, the feel of those first kicks. When God gave me you… He knew my heart would break into a thousand … More When God Gave Me You
At times we get on each other’s nerves. We love each other, don’t get me wrong. We’re a good team, best friends even. We agree wholeheartedly on the important things in life. We enjoy each other’s company and love to laugh together. But sometimes, we annoy each other. Sometimes, we hurt each other’s feelings. Sometimes, … More Love, Life, and Coffee Mugs
You didn’t know I held you in the night. You woke up to go potty and called for me. You were so sleepy that once you finished I picked you up and carried you back to your room. You instantly fell asleep on my shoulder as I walked the short distance back to your bed, … More When Time Stands Still
I never thought I’d be divorced. This thought wasn’t born from arrogance, but from naivety. We often accuse children and teens of having a “that will never happen to me” attitude, but honestly as adults, we tend to have the same mindset at times. We often think our marriage is strong enough to overcome this. … More When God Holds The Pen
Is your JOY turned upside down, backward, and hanging on by a thread? Mine is too some days. This past weekend, we put up our Christmas tree. The kids were excited and eager to begin hanging ornaments. In my son’s haste (and inability to read!), he pulled out an ornament and happily hung it on … More Where Is My YOJ?
“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 … More It’s A Special Day
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 … More Dear Son,
A letter from my heart to yours on this Christmas Eve. I don’t know where you find yourself today. Maybe this is the year you celebrate new life. There are tiny boxes full of tiny onesies underneath the tree, and though you’re sleep deprived, your heart is as full as it’s ever been. Perhaps this … More Immanuel Is Enough