“But It’s Not Like Last Time!”: Finding Joy in Unmet Expectations and Change

Her face was red and wet with tears. Her fists were clenched and she was shaking her head spastically making her blonde hair flail around her head. She continued to whine and complain, but I could barely understand her words through her deep sobs. She was having a full-fledged meltdown. Baggage was to blame. No,Continue reading ““But It’s Not Like Last Time!”: Finding Joy in Unmet Expectations and Change”

Just visiting.

The pictures in my iPhoto library scrolled in front of my eyes like credits rolling on a screen at the end of a movie. Only faster. I was feeling a little uneasy in my stomach. Granted, I could have been getting motion sick from the quick movement (No, really. I’m serious. This happened to me onceContinue reading “Just visiting.”

Home Base.

When I was 10 years old, my dad took the position of pastor at Emmanuel Community Church. Six weeks later, my mom died suddenly in our kitchen while sitting at the table. She had been reading a book, and drinking a cup of coffee when she began to collapse. Needless to say, it was aContinue reading “Home Base.”

Together.

The five of us knelt by the couch in our family room. Our hair was blonder and our skin more tan than three months before when summer began. Now it was the night before school started back in session. The eve of routine and alarm clocks. My husband asked if I’d be the one to pray aloudContinue reading “Together.”