Grace Is…

I sit at your feet pouring my heart out. I’ve given up. Again. I’m starting over. Again. Grace is listening to me cry and hurt and moan. Grace is lifting my eyes to see You again. Grace is taking my hand in Your’s and taking the first step with me. Again. Grace is loving me the same today as You …

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 …

Brushing Dreams

Caramel-colored strands of hair cascade down a back clothed in pink. With long, smooth strokes I brush. The tangles are long gone, but she is engrossed in her book and I can’t will myself to move, so still I brush. Breathing in the fresh scent of strawberry shampoo and reveling in this quiet moment together. Well, it would be quiet …

The Rock in My Garden

Our house has several distinctive features. The bright red door contrasted against the white exterior to name one. The biggest sign you’ve found our house however is this: A giant rock boulder smack in the middle of our front garden. There are many things I love about that rock. It provides an easy landmark when giving directions to our house …

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 …