I have spent 39 years at the mercy of my ever-changing emotions. It is an unending roller-coaster. But this year – 2017 – I began to understand a truth that has changed the trajectory of my entire life and worldview.
I have no idea what I'm doing as a mom, and unfortunately, those who have raised children before me cannot help because the world is changing so incredibly quickly. My generation cannot rely on moms who have done this before because they don't exist.
This song stopped me in my tracks today when I heard it. The lyrics shouted TRUTH in a way that is so blatantly opposite of the messages drowning our world every day. Thank God for artists who speak life.
My husband still knows how to have fun. He's a grown man who knows how to let go of the uptightness that adulthood brings and tap into the childlike freedom of silliness. Eight years into this marriage, I am learning to love this.
Change is a series of hundreds of small daily choices. Success or failure does not rest one or some but on the collective whole. I choose new.
I couldn't let go. I was 20 feet up on a climbing wall - the first one I've ever tried - and I was completely frozen. Fear screamed at me not to let go. The longer I stayed there, trying to let go, the more my fear grew.
We are in the midst of a relational Harvey-sized disaster, devastating our fragile construction of a marriage. We’re both being broken apart. Stripped down and laid bare. And it is terribly painful. But there is hope.
My entire life, God has been there, in the background - in the shadow of the monument I've built to my marriage, patiently and politely waiting for me to acknowledge Him.