• India Bound

    Wasn’t it just yesterday when I sat fidgeting on the third floor of orphanage #20?  I rose to my giddy feet as I heard them making their way.  I don’t remember the woman holding him or how many stood there.  But I do remember taking him out of her arms, black curls galore and those big brown eyes.  My #1. Two years later and #2 came along.  Trying to rule the roost from the beginning, telling me when I could sleep, demanding to eat, and then stealing my heart with those blues.  Not much has changed.  My girl! About the time she started toddling we decided, what’s one more?  Besides,…

  • The Shepherd’s Not So Ordinary Night-Part 3

    The night was just starting to unfold.  My mind wandered to the hillside for a second, how was Rod and the flock doing with us not there to protect them?  But my thoughts quickly found their way back to the stall where I sat.  I didn’t need to worry about our sheep, any enemy that had seen the glory of the Lord must have been half way to Galilee by that point. I had introduced Mary to the boys as they made their way into the stall.  Dan plopped down beside me and leaned over to see the now sleeping babe.  Uri was still talking to Joseph, I had never…

  • Part 2- The Shepherd’s Not So Ordinary Night

    (Welcome to part 2 of a fictional story about the shepherds on the night of Jesus’ birth.  If you missed part 1, just click HERE.  You’ll find some discussion questions below the short story along with a fun fact for parents…) I still could not believe what my eyes had just seen. The most majestic being telling me to not be afraid as I laid there trembling, while the night was lit up more than noon on the brightest day, and Rod just laying there chillin’ like this was normal. I wanted to yell, “ROD! This is not an ordinary night! Did you hear the angel? The Messiah, the One…

  • The Shepherds’ Not So Ordinary Night

    (Below you will find a fictional story for you and your children to enjoy together about the shepherds who were told about Jesus’ birth, along with some discussion questions.  I hope it brings this Christmas season into focus and takes you into their field on that not so ordinary night…) I inhaled the night as I folded my fingers behind my head. It would be a long stretch, as I was still getting used to the night watch. I had counted their fuzzy heads and walked boundaries for the third time already, everyone was accounted for, even little Rod was bedded down for the night. He was quite the wanderer.…

  • When Busyness is all up in my Business

    Do y’all remember that Ludacris song, Rollout?  I hope not.  But if you’re like me…and you do, I still play the line in my head that says, “Get up out my business, my business.”   That’s about the only line in that song that resonates with my 35 year old, mom of four, business owning, entrepreneur chasing, butter slinging self.  And by butter, I mean the real kind that you find in my potatoes.  Not the on fiyah, hot, sik, radical urban dictionary definition of butta, like I know you were thinking. Here lately there’s so much I need to just get up out my business, and I’m not talking about my…

  • Scattered

      I’ve seen them in all shapes, sizes, and colors.  Blonde hair, brunette, blue eyes, green.  Tall, short, slender, chunky.  I’ve seen some of them hesitate and I’ve heard some of them spew.  I’ve watched their shaky hands wipe the tears before they drip off of their chin.  I’ve watched as others have pushed back the lump in their throat and pushed forward their thick skin.  And I smile a soft smile while I break for them on the inside.  Empathy isn’t really my thing.  But when I look at these, I see myself… Blue eyes, thick dirty blonde curls, and a girl trying to keep it all together.  I’m…

  • A Breath

    I picked up my phone to see it was 5 a.m., I rolled over to realize she wasn’t in the bed with me.  It was mid June and when we arrived at our hotel in Indiana, it was booked full for the night.  And of course, the air conditioner didn’t work, so a big commercial fan hummed me back to sleep.  She’s a grown woman and I figured she had just gotten up to go to the bathroom.  In the bed beside me was my other friend, Savannah.  She was out, along with her sweet, round faced 9 month old next to her. Next thing I knew it was 7…

  • What are you waiting for?

    My mind weaves in and out of the ink in my Bible, sometimes it twirls around to land back in the same spot…again.  And I go there, wondering what in the world did that sound like?  What details would I see?  Was there the smell of fresh bread in the market place, or salt rolling in off the Dead Sea?  I have stood next to grown men with tears streaming down both our faces and felt ships break apart around me, perhaps that was in my heart.  I don’t want to read this Holy Writ from a distance, as if these were not real people, feeling raw emotions, touching tangible…

  • Hosting her Heart

    I woke her up early, the rest of the house was still asleep.  She put her clothes on that we had laid out the night before and then slipped into my room.  “Mom”, I heard as she opened the bathroom door.  She squeezed me tight and watched as I put my contacts in.  Then she slid open my jewelry drawer and picked up the gold bracelet she had made me from the kit she had received at Christmas.  It was loud and completely clashed with my green sweater and simple silver necklace I had on.  She slid it on my wrist and then pulled my arm so I would lean…