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Restoration between Mothers and Daughters: An Interview with My Mom
Moms sacrifice so much to make us the people we are today. It's easy for us to remember their role in our stories, but sometimes we forget (I know at least I do) to remember our moms' stories - where they have come from and what they have had to overcome. I wanted to take time on Mother's Day to remember my mom's story and the role she has played in my own restoration. I also wanted today's interview to be an invitation to you and your mom as well - instead of staying stuck in hurtful patterns and dynamics from the past, you can both learn...
When You Need Someone to Calm the Waves
Recently I had a pantry day. Not in the sense of I made my weekly run to the grocery store and unloaded a bunch of food in the pantry (that is something I still need to do this week), but a pantry day in the sense of I needed an enclosed, small space. Because if I've learned one thing the past few months, I've learned this - joy and sorrow run on parallel tracks. There have been a lot of incredible things to celebrate and milestones to mark off, but there also has been a lot of sorrow and loss to process, contemplate, and try to understand....
Remembering Christ Crucified
Sometimes the heart needs help to remember. I know mine does. It’s not that I don’t want to remember Christ’s death; it’s just that I need help pausing from the hectic pace of lesser things - school, sports, games, work, and deadlines – to remember the main thing – Christ crucified. I’m guessing that you might need help too. You might need help pausing in the pace of getting ready for the hosting of Easter and the planning of egg hunts and brunch and big families and meals to remember the pace of the cross. Because this is important to...
When You Need to Be Reminded Your Ending is Praise
For years I thought my prayers had to begin in praise. I even wrote a prayer guide where the first step in any prayer started with a “P” – Praise. But if I’m honest (and when am I not honest?), most of my days I don’t start with praise. It’s not because there aren’t a bajillion things to praise God for; it’s because there is lament rising, riding the top of my praise. It sits there, brimming on the surface of my soul, pinning down the praise. So I learned, on many days, to begin my days with “L” – Lament (see last week’s post). I sit down...
Dear You Who Doesn’t Want to Lament
Dear You Who Doesn’t Want to Lament, Yeah. You. I know you don’t want to because I don’t want to. And pretty much all human hearts are the same when it comes right down to it. I know you don’t want to grieve the past or sit in the sadness or lance the wound and let all the infection run out. But let me tell you what happens when you don’t. You get really, really angry at your kids, or your husband, or a parent, or at a hurt from a friend. Mount Vesuvius explodes right out of you, the hot lava of your words and anger and wrath exploding over...
Walking Through Depression to Restoration
I know what depression feels like. It feels like waking up every day with a weight of 100 pounds pressed down on your shoulders and still being expected to manage life. It feels like standing on the outside of every circle where “normal” people live and dwell and move and laugh and can tolerate and navigate life well wondering why you can’t ever fit in. It feels like aching to belong, longing to be asked to pull a seat up at the table, but never feeling you’re quite enough to be issued a real, lasting invitation. Depression and loneliness...
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