It’s been awhile since I’ve written a blog. Life has been a bit of a blur, and to be honest, I just haven’t made the time to sit down to write. But in light of the many accounts of sexual abuse allegations that have blown up the Internet, news organizations and social media platforms alike – Matt Lauer being the latest in a long list of high-profile people accused – I thought it might be worth taking a few minutes to put some thoughts on paper.
First, to the brave women (and men) who have been victimized and have found the courage to speak out and share what has happened to you – THANK YOU! Thank you for facing your pain and maybe your fear and for sharing your stories. Thank you for bringing attention (i.e. shining light) onto an issue that has festered and flourished in the darkness for far too long.
Your voice matters! You. Matter.
In Luke 12:2-3 we read: “There is nothing covered up that will not be revealed, and hidden that will not be known. Accordingly, whatever you have said in the dark will be heard in the light, and what you have whispered in the inner rooms will be proclaimed upon the housetops.”
Things done in darkness will eventually be exposed. At some point, we will ALL be held accountable for our actions. A day of reckoning will come. Continue reading
I woke up feeling utterly exhausted. I had barely slept. My almost 4-year old daughter was up multiple times in the night, crying out from the darkness, pleading for someone to come and rescue her. Her little body was urging her to get up to go to the bathroom, but her slumber weary mind seemed powerless to actually help her complete the task.
Experience had taught me that if I waited too long to respond, I’d be changing sheets in the dark, and doing extra loads of soil-stained laundry in the morning. So I groggily willed myself out of bed and answered her persistent calls of distress. Continue reading
Our water heater broke almost two weeks ago, and because of crazy work schedules and the fourth of July holiday, we weren’t able to get it fixed until yesterday afternoon. All that said, it was a bit of a trick figuring out how to bathe and do dishes without any hot water in the house. Continue reading
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of black. My heart sank. Not again!
As I turned my head to get a closer look, my suspicion was confirmed.
They were back…
With a sigh, I grabbed a wad of Kleenex from the bathroom and then set out to track down my uninvited little intruder. I found him marching resolutely across our freshly painted dining room wall. Continue reading
As I have browsed online articles, and scrolled through my Facebook news-feed over the past few days, I couldn’t help but notice an overwhelming sense of fear, anxiety, frustration, anger and in some cases, hopelessness, reflected back at me. Tensions are high right now.
Transitions are hard. It’s especially hard, if you aren’t a fan of the changes unfolding around you.
As I was thinking about this, a scripture popped into my mind. John 14:27 says, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” Continue reading
The other day when I was looking online for some home décor items, I ran across a cute sign with the phrase: “Be the kind of woman who when your feet hit the floor each morning the Devil says, Oh Crap, She’s Up!”
I didn’t buy the sign, but the phrase has stuck with me. I think it’s because it speaks to the heart of who I WANT to be. Unfortunately, it’s not always the way that I actually live my life. I can get derailed so easily. Continue reading
A few days ago, I was grocery shopping at Aldi with my 3-year-old daughter. The store was busy as usual. It was filled with men and women, elderly couples, and lots of young mothers with carts overflowing with groceries and little kids. As I shopped, I found myself smiling and making casual conversation with a few of the other customers in the store. (I just can’t seem to help myself… I’m an extrovert!)
When it was time to check-out, I ended up in line behind a mother with three little boys. Her youngest was seated in the cart and trying desperately to “help” his mom. Unfortunately, when things didn’t go quite how he hoped they would, he got upset. As his frustration level rose, it appeared his mom’s anxiety level did as well. Continue reading