God's Pursuit of Me
To have found God and still to pursue Him is the soul's paradox of love. - A.W. Tozer
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Poop and Potential
Every morning it is my privilege to enter little Willow’s room to give her a good morning kiss and hug and to see her sleepy, sweet eyes light up when I enter the room. And nearly every morning the same smell and the same words greet me as I enter her domain. “Poo Poo,” she declares, pointing to her itsy bum. And the smell pervading the room affirms her assertion. For some reason this morning, I was talking Baby Smack to her as I changed her diaper for the eleventy-billionth time. Now, Baby Smack by its very nature does not need to make sense, and so it frequently does not.…
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Weeping May Occur
I wrote this when Mosely was but a younger lass, moving from her beloved crib to her big girl bed. When reading the Bible I often find certain verses that I think apply directly to my own children. Sometimes I chuckle to myself at the verse’s real intention and the intent I jokingly like to apply to it. “Whoever loves discipline loves knowledge but whoever hates discipline is stupid.” Sometimes I highlight the verse. Sometimes I get out a handy note card and print the verse and stick it to the fridge for all to enjoy and ponder. Recently I read a verse that I think maybe I should scrawl…
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Are You Happy?
I wrote this piece when London was a toddler. Enjoy. “Are you happy, Mommy?” It’s a question my two and a half year old daughter asks repeatedly throughout the day. I’m not sure where she first heard it or why it has stuck in her mind so. Who can explain the vast intricacies of the toddler mind? Who would even try? Even though I hear the question a multitude of times in any given day, it still makes me think with each utterance. “Are you happy, Mommy?” Well, the house smells like spilled milk and dirty diapers from you and your two younger siblings. But I guess I’m okay. There…
