Roses on Mother’s Day, a garden bittersweet

One. Two. Three. More roses have bloomed since that first one. I feel triumphant. I feel happy. Just in time for Mother's Day, I think to myself! But there should be more. More roses coming. Maybe even more bloomed by now. But rose-less stems stare back at us. And we didn't do this pruning. Green… Continue reading Roses on Mother’s Day, a garden bittersweet

Can I Trust God with My Happiness?

I don't know how to trust God with my joy. That's been the disjointed song of my heart for the past several years. When I saw those two pink lines for the first time, I just laughed on the bathroom floor. And I loved how God was with me in it. Following that initial burst… Continue reading Can I Trust God with My Happiness?

Rocking Chair & I

Last March, I held our spring in my arms for the first time. Just days before we had planted the wildflowers and zinnias. A week or so after the spring birthday of Spring itself, we planted our sunflower seeds almost like colorful sprinkles in a flurry over a kid's classic birthday cake. There was no… Continue reading Rocking Chair & I

If Time Flies So Will I (on motherhood)

So we are just going to do this all over again? Day in, day out. Time. I rebel against holding it tight to my chest. But I wonder should it be like this? So furious, fast, and hurried. So limited, constrained and breathless. But how God fills it with love and healing, hope and laughter.… Continue reading If Time Flies So Will I (on motherhood)