When Beauty Hurts

It’s a tricky thing, beauty. We chase it. We praise it. We protect, nurture and tend it with such precision and care. The world loves a thing of beauty. To look at you brings such joy to my heart. Pride inexplicable. Fear undeniable. The beauty within you is stunning. A sight to behold. Not just beauty of skin; face; hair; smile …

The Empty Arms of A Mother

Right now my arms are full. Full of pudgy cheeks, dimpled fingers, hair needing brushed, blankies, and sippy cups. Full of lap sitters, bedtime snugglers, and slow-to-wake-uppers. It’s a funny thing, motherhood. Every mother begins her journey with empty arms. Once that precious baby (then the next, and the next) fills up our arms, our entire role as mother is …

There Is a Love For You

To the young girl waiting for a daddy who’ll never come home. To the old man sitting alone in his living room, surrounded by the trappings of the woman he spent his life caring for. To the twenty-something full of the warm “elixir of life”, laughing with friends, but doubting on the inside. To the woman watching him walk out …

Sunrise of the Soul

This past year has been one of darkness in my heart. Heaviness. Weariness. Burden. There has been emotional unrest; sorrow without explanation. Not depression in the clinical sense, but a heaviness over me like a lead cloak. Weighing me down. An invisible iron fist laid firm upon my back. There has been physical malady. Headaches. Fatigue. Pain. Illness. Dizziness. The …

The Gift

Thank you so much for your patience this past week as I’ve taken a bit of an unplanned break from blogging. Thank you, also, for you prayers for healing. He has answered, with a vengence. And so, when I saw today’s prompt for Five Minute Friday from The Gypsy Mama I knew it would be the prefect way to step …

The Trial

“Dad just collapsed!” Those words struck such a blow to my heart I nearly forgot the five month baby nursing at my breast. One year ago, my dad collapsed and the world held it’s breath. For a split second my world stood still, the deafening pounding of my heart  the only sound to be heard. The next few days were …