A Boy

I find him under a table in a public school classroom in a tiny town in rural, Michigan. It’s the end of the day and he is done. Finished. Tapped out. He’s had it. His body is flat on the floor, head in his arms, snot running out of his nose, tears squeezing out of … Continue reading A Boy

#WhyIMarch

  It is January.  January 21st, 2017.  I lost my best friend 1 year, 3 months, and 12 days ago.  I now call that day and the time leading up to that day, a wake up call.  A time period that taught me many things, but most of all it taught me this:  Life is short and … Continue reading #WhyIMarch

Another Mother

Another mother takes her place in an ever winding, long line of women who step up and do the hard stuff expected and required within the role of motherhood.  Her seven year old son, who is typically kind, a lover of details, caring, and energetic thought two girls in his class should be the receivers … Continue reading Another Mother

Helpers

It has been a rough week.  In some ways a horrible week. A lot of reasons and from a lot of different angles.   I’m feeling the sting of many waves beating hard against my spirit this Friday afternoon.  Investing in people is really hard work. Helping children deal with their heart wounds is awful because … Continue reading Helpers

Community

They wrap her up with love and selflessness and joy that can’t be contained.  Darkness gets lifted and pushed back and His light shines through bold and bright and as beautiful as a summer day.  She’s seemingly unaware of all the flurry and enthusiasm roaming around on her behalf.  She’s beginning to be aware of … Continue reading Community

Change

I circled the word Change on my bulletin today.  I put it there.  I was writing words as fast as I could to keep up with the spoken words flying from the pulpit.  It was not because Pastor Don was talking fast, because he wasn’t.  He was purposeful and almost slow in his speech.  You could hear … Continue reading Change

A Word

She comes down the stairs and I hear her slippers shuffling across the wood floor in the hall and kitchen.  I am writing at the table in the dining room.  I’m writing about being an adoptee.  It is heart-hard writing so I appreciate her interruption.  She looks tired, our beautiful “daughter” from Hong Kong.  She looks … Continue reading A Word