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Visitation…
I hadn’t thought about the power and simplicity of pastoral visitation in years. Until this week. Until Pastor Bariloni called to say he wondered if he could come and spend some time with us.
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Holding our own…
Suddenly, all of the daily needs of my family and life seem smaller. I think in some ways we are both numb and a bit in shock. Today, we are going to work on wedding projects and keep moving forward. Tomorrow, we will do the same.
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A solid place to stand…
For me, each of these principles represents a decision to acknowledge and accept responsibility for myself. To own my own power. My goal is not to wield that power with impunity but to protect, preserve, and promote peace in my life and in the lives of those I influence.
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Stop pouring…
I seem to have been built with a twisted core of both natural generosity and a deep need to be needed. There doesn’t seem to be a way to untangle these things, so I just go with it. I find it hard for to say no, to let people down, or to let needs go unattended.
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Making love last…
It wasn’t the strengths that pulled us together, but our weaknesses. The places we make a difference for each other. There were things I couldn’t bear to face, and others he avoided. We worked it out, together.
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Planning a wedding…
I found that brides rarely created a day that expressed the uniqueness of the couple. Instead, they focused on having the “right” wedding rather than the right wedding for them.
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On loneliness…
The only one who feels like half a cup in a room full of bounty. The only one who looks at the images on Facebook and falls short inside. The only one whose dress size measures both too much and not enough.
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Observations about parenting teens…
One day I was raising a delightful child, the next I was face to face with my own bad self as an adolescent.
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Under the mask…
Instead, I am stumbling through. I am committed to respecting my own heart, to maintaining my integrity, and to walking with humility and love. All of these things feel vulnerable and a bit out of control at the moment.
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Mother issues…
Sometimes, I am lazy and careless with my words, their hearts. Sometimes, I tear down instead of build up. Sometimes my hopes and dreams for them get in the way. Sometimes, I need to simply enjoy them here and let them find their way.