Don’t laugh, but before we left for Hawaii, I scrounged around for the movie Pearl Harbor, circa 2001. I know, its not exactly an accurate representation of historical facts, but that’s not why I watched it. I have a deep love for fiction. Fiction matters, it draws us in. Yes, the romantic drama took more … More 75 Years of Weeping
As I was sitting in prayer time during church service this weekend, this is the story that played in my mind. It is inspired in part by a poem I wrote many years ago. (Which I won’t share because it is terrible 😉 ) Sometimes the hardest fight is the war against yourself. Once upon … More Shattered Defenses
I was reading through some old journal entries this morning. I’m a nostalgic little soul. I ran across an entry that brought joy to my heart, and I wanted to pass this on in hopes that it would encourage you as well. Once upon a time, a long time ago, I walked the beach early … More You’re Not A Half
I’ve become a parent in the age of pitchfork parenting. Every accident and mishap is someone’s “fault.” People join the hunt, pitchforks in hand, to expose parental insufficiency, and tout how “I would never.” In a time of reflection I stumbled on a key reason this cultural phenomenon occurs.
Read along as God flipped my perspective right in the middle of writing. Proceed with caution if you haven’t read it yet and plan to. No specific plot points revealed, but conclusions can be drawn. … More I’m Sorry. It’s Not You, It’s Me
We obviously didn’t want to return from vacation. We made two overnight pit-stops on the way home. One in Fort Walton for some beach play, and then one in Birmingham, or “Neighborham” as Ellie called it.
It’s Mother’s Day weekend. It’s a weekend celebrated with Facebook posts, sticky hugs and kisses, and cute handprint cards. There will be recognition at churches across the country on the virtues of motherhood, honoring a tribe of women who make the world go round. Smiles and sunshine abound, but you look from the outside in … More To the Women With Aching Arms on Mother’s Day
A few nights ago, we shared a meal with our neighbor. His essence is of a man who has lived a long life, and lived it well. My children did their best to impress him, sitting tall around our big kitchen table. He said they had quite the vocabulary, which I think was a … More Let’s Talk About “Us”