Child of Weakness

If I could take on a superpower it would be not to need sleep. I like sleep, yet it doesn’t seem to fancy me, especially this past week as jet leg kicks our butts something fierce. Insomnia, no matter the reason, forces us to face the reality of our human weakness. Even when we desperately…

Don’t Touch My Cookies

Originally posted on Rachel Allord:
*Don’t Touch My Cookies originally appeared in MomSense, November 2012. I handed each of my children a lump of cookie dough and gave them carte blanche on cutting out and decorating. “But this,” I said, raising my own ball of dough like Scarlet O’Hara holing up a fistful of Tara,…

Walk With Me

The other week I took a long walk with a new friend. From our southwest London neighborhood, we walked through the commons to Richmond Park where – oh the blessed history of it all – King Henry the 8th used to hunt deer. Six miles on foot, lunch by the Thames, and a bus ride…

Treasure Up

With the hoopla over and done with, Christmas odds and ends now line store shelves bearing garish clearance priced stickers, just as Christmas leftovers line our refrigerator. (Is anyone going to eat the rest of this turkey? Please?) Carol singing and candle-lit services give way to the cold reality of January and our mentality shifts from…

The Sign I want to Revise

The colors lured me in, as did the $3 price tag. (Shout out for second hand shops!) And even though it’s been hanging in my house for a good four years, something about the sentiment has always struck me as…  incomplete. Missing the mark somehow. Home is where your story begins. True enough, but lacking….

Making Room

This week I asked my kids to remove a TV series from our Netflix queue. For me. A show I was watching. It was a good show to watch if I had the TV to myself with laundry to fold or bills to pay or toenails to cut. Good as in entertaining and funny and…

Facedown

July has been a month of face on the ground praying. I don’t mean to sound woeful, nor do I want to imply that prostrate praying is super spiritual or noble or better. It’s not very pretty. It involves cramped knees (for the over 40) and more than a little snot because face down praying…

Got kids? You’ll have regrets.

I had bought into a lie. Subconsciously, but fully. Maybe you have too. It has to do with motherhood and regrets, how those two things shouldn’t be paired together. Somehow at some point I believed (without recognizing I believed it), that if I were a good enough mom, I wouldn’t/couldn’t/shouldn’t/ have regrets. Wishful thinking but…

(Trying to)Fear Not —

(Sometimes my personal blog and our ministry blog will overlap.  This is one of those times) I’m not proud to admit this. In fact, I kinda don’t even want to talk about it. But I know oftentimes, dealing with the gunk in our lives means bringing it into the light and, well… dealing with it. This…

Birthday Giveaway

The Ground Beneath Us is one year old and you may be the recipient of a birthday gift! (keep reading 🙂 One of the greatest JOYS for me this past year has been meeting with readers. It’s always fascinating to discover which scenes resonated or angered or delighted. What brought you to tears, what made you laugh,…