You hit the proverbial brick wall. Last week I discussed the key reason why “people never change.” I used a cute little analogy about how I’ve decided to give some things up in order to be stronger physically. I talked about how this applies to all change. The soreness, the initial fatigue, and then how as … More You Decided to Change Your Life But Then…
Oh, the internet hurts my head. There is a lot of shouting, and not a lot of listening. Sometimes I wish I could wave a magic wand, do away with social media, and force people to have face-to-face conversations with one another, and discuss their respective positions on life. I don’t think it would solve … More Worry Bout Yourself-Or Does Judgement Have It’s Place?
Wow. I began this blogging journey eight months ago. As I am coming up on the year anniversary of Hope Perch, I have been thinking and praying about how I can best serve my readers in 2017. My fiction projects are still underway. I am praying for open doors and God’s direction and timing on … More New Things On the Horizon at Hope Perch
The Christmas season is drawing near. Here is the story of an ADHD child’s struggle to make Santa’s good list. I hope it challenges us all on how we think about the Christmas season. I was driving the kids home from their gymnastics class one early October day. It had been a rough day. … More A Christmas Question from an ADHD Child: Have I Been Good Enough?
Here is a little bit of prose inspired by one of my readers, Jackie Goulette. I feel I didn’t quite do it the justice her idea deserved, but perhaps it is a start for something more in the future. Through my struggled attempt to convey my heart in this piece, I hope He shines through … More If He Were A Tree
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
Since Ellie was the inspiration for Tuesday’s post, I was interested to know what my oldest son would say when I asked him what I should write about. It was a far cry from what I’d expected.
First of all, I want to say thank you to everyone who stops in to read every week. A special thanks to those who share my posts! A writer writes whether anyone reads or not, but it sure makes it a lot more fun when people do. Next, I wanted to give you all a … More Friends, I Need Your Help
Watch the video above first even if you’ve already seen it, and then check out my thoughts below: I am going to do my best to articulate what I felt when I watched this video. Her description of the event pulled me into the moment. I could feel the panic and distress, and her and … More Covered or A House Divided?
On mornings like these, I find myself longing to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over my head to hide ostrich-style from clanging noise called HATE. So many days I can ignore it like radio static in the background. But other days, like today, it roars making sure I know its power.
It was a calm afternoon, big brother was at preschool, little brother was sleeping, and Ellie was perched on a counter-stool eating lunch. I had ventured into the princess’s lair, rather her “house-room” as she calls her little domain. I can’t quite remember what I was looking for as I waded through piles from her … More Don’t Push My Buttons
Love…. So much is said and done in the name of love. We love God. We love our spouses. We love our children. We love pizza….. Because I am a Christian, “that word” is thrown in my face at the corner of every social issue.
I might be able to fool myself into believing that I’ve got my life together. I might even be able to fool you. But I can never fool my children. Not even for a second. They are little emissaries of the Holy Spirit, tapping me on my shoulder whenever I let things get out of … More Mary or Martha?
What do you do with your spare time? Stop laughing. Alright, I get it. I have three kids, five and under. Boy, do I get it.
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”