"I wish she was my mom. She's so much fun." It's the death blow on a mom's heart. I'd love to laugh it off and say every child feels that way at some point. That may well be true. But even if it is, it doesn't take the sting out of knowing my child feels that way. I want to be her first choice. I want to be the mom she would choose if she could. I want to be the fun mom, the wise mom, the caring mom, the always-amazing mom. But I'm really not. I'm the mom who regrets something from ... [Read More]
#SmallTownUSA: Traditions
Tradition: something handed down. Every community has its own traditions. Our small town has one I'd never heard of before moving here. It looks like this: To someone visiting town, this might look like senior vandalism run amuck. But for those who live in Russellville, these names painted on the street by the graduating seniors is a special tradition. No one can say for certain exactly when this street painting began, but it's been at least 30 years. It's one of those ... [Read More]
#SmallTownUSA … a new photo linky
We live in a small town. And by small, I mean, really small. Not the kind without a stoplight and only dirt roads. But the kind where everyone is related and it takes you two years to find a group of friends because everyone has been BFFs since they were together in the nursery ... that's the kind of town we're in. People are super kind and will do anything in the world to help you. You can't go to the Walmart without seeing at least three or four people you know. The ball fields are ... [Read More]
Learning to Listen
In March I was saying, "If we can just get through April, then we will have some space to breathe." But May brought with it the chaos of end-of-school and final exams and one more show choir production and cheerleading fittings and graduation and parties ... and then it was June. Really? June, already? Wasn't it just yesterday I was finding a new longing to listen, to learn the practice of stillness? And now, it's June. 2013 is nearing the halfway point. This past weekend Scott and I ... [Read More]
Dear Weary Mom, You Are Known!
Dear Weary Mom, Sometimes it feels like if I wore a name tag it would simply say, "C's mom." I shuttle her from dance practices to cheerleading meetings. I write checks for youth camp and buy her favorite snacks. Her friends are not even sure about my name, reminiscent of the time on the playground in preschool when the one of my girl's friends said, "Um, Miss C's mom, could you push me on the swing?" That day, on the playground, it was cute. I felt like I'd gotten my first merit badge ... [Read More]
On Dreams and Seasons of Life
In January I started writing about chasing the God-sized dream in my heart. Of course, it all started with me realizing I wasn't even sure what that dream was and learning to listen so He could show me. It hasn't been an easy journey for me, this God-size dream chasing. In fact, I'm sitting here six months later and realizing while I do see a little more clearly, I still am not certain where this path is leading. I know He's given me a heart and passion for encouraging women to live well, to ... [Read More]
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