Dear Jane, I know who you are. Sometimes I’ve walked with you. Other times we’ve connected from afar. But I am aware of you. I think of you often. More than you know. You haven’t written any books, appeared on any talk shows, had your picture in the newspaper, or gotten millions of hits on… Read More In praise of plain Jane
As usual, this morning my ears awoke before the rest of my body. That’s how we moms roll, right? “Mooooooooooom!!!!” my three-year-old bellowed up the stairwell. My body was concrete, my head was mush. Yesterday, I drove round-trip to D.C. again and pulled in way past their bedtime. “Mom! Mama! Mom-Mommy-Mamamamama-Mommmmy!” Eyelids … come on eyelids… Read More One day
Originally posted on Healing After My Husband's Affair:
Throughout my process, I’ve found other betrayed spouses and started following their blogs too. Everyone is different. Some are angry. Some are forgiving. We all have our good days and bad days. Today, I found this little tidbit on one of those blogs. So wise. What I love most is that this is not only… Read More You can conquer anything
From my mama … Love it!
Flashback to July 6, 2012 … It rained tonight. In fact, it was a torrential downpour. My friend Emily had scooped me up to take me out for a much-needed girls’ night, and as we drove through sheets of water, the gutters began to overflow and mini-rivers gurgled down the drains around us. Enormous bursts… Read More Dancing in the rain
My life is but a weaving Between my Lord and me. I cannot choose the colors He weaveth steadily. Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow; And I in foolish pride Forget He sees the upper And I the underside. Not ‘til the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly Will God unroll the canvas… Read More The Master Weaver