How Can I Please You Today?

Last week, I had a conversation with someone in passing that left me feeling incredibly frustrated.  It actually sparked my last blog post (read here).  This brief interaction left me questioning myself and my abilities.

Now I’m sure that the person that I spoke to probably had NO IDEA how I was feeling.  And let me be clear, they did absolutely nothing wrong!  The topic of our conversation didn’t even deal with me directly.

But for some reason, our little chat left me feeling overlooked. Passed over. Rejected..

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Transitions

I have been traveling through life, navigating a winding road of what feels like never-ending transitions…

Graduating from College.

Starting Graduate studies and a ministry internship.

Marrying the man of my dreams. (Sigh)

Graduating from Seminary.

Starting my first professional ministry job.  (YAY!)

Becoming a mom for the first time.

Being a working mom.

Becoming a mom again!

Choosing to stay home with my kiddos.

Becoming a mom AGAIN!!!

Sending the first kid to school (mom tears up a bit)

Sending the second kid to school (mom does the happy dance!)

Restless…

Feeling pulled and called into something more… but what?!

FRUSTRATION!!!!

And yet… maybe this restless angst is the beginning of something new.

Again.

I guess that’s what life is.  It’s a series of new experiences.  It’s learning how to live in and through these new experiences until they are no longer new.  And then repeating the process over and over and over again. Continue reading

It Starts With Me: A Mother’s Honest Confession

It’s July in Minnesota.  We are not quite half-way through our summer break, and if I’m completely honest… I have been STRUGGLING!  I’ve been struggling with my patience, struggling with my temper, and struggling with this whole parenting thing.

I have three kiddos and I love them to pieces.  They are truly a blessing in my life.  You know that saying, “children are a gift from above?”  It’s true!

But let’s be real.  My kids don’t always behave in a manner that conjures up warm, fuzzy, “I’m feeling so blessed right now” emotions.  Continue reading

Running On Faith

The wind gust blew hard against my tired body.  My feet felt clumsy and heavy, almost as if they were encased in cement blocks instead of snug inside my trusty asics running shoes.  To make matters worse, half-way through my run, I started to feel a cramp in my side.

This was supposed to be an easy run!  It was a mile shorter than my last trek.  I didn’t even have the usual added resistance and weight burden that came from pushing my 2 ½ year-old-daughter in our jogging stroller.

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You Are Not Alone

I could hear the baby wailing from across the department store. My first reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief that it wasn’t one of my kids.  I was enjoying a quiet shopping trip all alone, a scenario that rarely happens, especially on a Friday afternoon.

My husband had the day off and had graciously offered me a chance to sneak away so I could buy some much-needed items for myself. We both knew what a nightmare it could be to try to corral our kiddos in a dressing room while we frantically tried on clothes.  I was definitely relishing in this unexpected moment of retail solitude. Continue reading

Straight Paths

When I was a young girl, one of my favorite things to do in the summer was to explore the ravine behind my best friend’s house. She had a huge backyard filled with what seemed like an endless forest of trees.  We spent a lot of time building forts, eating sticky peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and navigating the trails that wound through the woods.

The main avenue into her woods was a wide and easy to follow trail that had been landscaped into the property. It was a large U shaped path that started on one side of the backyard and if you followed it completely around, would bring you right back to the grassy lawn behind the house. Continue reading

I Won’t Stay Silent!

Two weeks ago, I heard the heart-wrenching news that one of my former high school classmates had been shot and killed inside her Colorado home. Molly Nickal was just 35 years old. She left behind three beautiful children, the youngest a 3-month-old baby boy. Her husband, Gary Nickal, has been arrested on suspicion of first-degree murder.

As I read the news articles chronicling her tragic demise, it was very clear that this beautiful woman was a victim of domestic violence. According to an article in the Mankato Free Press, Molly’s family had been afraid for her because her husband was controlling, violent, and had isolated her from the rest of the family. Molly had even told one of her sisters that she felt like a prisoner in her own home. Continue reading