Tag: life
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The Gifts I collected at “56”
“I am not simply growing older; I am becoming more deeply the woman God created me to be.” Every year, as my birthday approaches, I find myself looking back. Not simply at the years that have passed, but at the gifts I have collected along the way. Some gifts came wrapped in joy. Others arrived…
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The Sacred Gift of Motherhood
Motherhood has been one of the most sacred journeys of my life. Not because it has been easy or effortless, but because of the way it has transformed me from the inside out. There is something profoundly humbling about loving another human being with such depth that their joy becomes your joy, their pain becomes…
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New Life
Lately, I’ve found myself standing at the edge of several closing chapters. Chapters that shaped me, stretched me, and, at times, broke me. There has been beauty in them, yes—but also weariness. The kind that settles deep in your bones and makes you wonder what could possibly come next. Endings have a way of doing…
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Everyday gifts
A few days ago, I had the gift of hearing Ann Voskamp speak at a conference, and her words stirred something familiar and tender in me. Years ago, her book One Thousand Gifts deeply marked my faith, teaching me to name grace in the everyday. Listening to her reflect on enduring suffering — something we…
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The language of Overfunctioning
I didn’t call it overfunctioning at first. I called it being responsible. Faithful. Capable. I was the one who noticed what needed to be done and quietly did it. I anticipated needs, filled gaps, smoothed edges, carried weight that wasn’t assigned to me—and told myself this was maturity. People relied on me. Things didn’t fall…
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History Doesn’t Pack Easily
I woke up this morning aware of two competing truths before my feet even touched the floor. One was sacred.The other was unavoidable. Today marked our 28th wedding anniversary. That number landed on my chest with weight and familiarity, like a stone I’ve carried for decades—smoothed by time, but still heavy. I lay still for…
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Waiting
There is a quiet ache that settles in when the future feels uncertain — a tender, pulsing space between what was and what will be. I am sitting here, in that in-between. It’s the place of waiting. Of surrender. Of not knowing what comes next, yet trusting that there is a sovereign plan unfolding —…
Braving Authenticity 