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
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
“I don’t want to wear glasses!” my six-year old said anxiously from the back seat of the car. We were on our way to see a Pediatric Ophthalmologist at the University of Minnesota, after our oldest son unexpectedly developed a lazy eye in November.
My husband and I shared an uneasy glance before shifting our attention to the bundle of nerves in the backseat.
“Why don’t you want to get glasses?” we gently pressed him. Continue reading
School is in full swing and a new chapter has begun in the Engelhart story. My oldest son started all day, every-day Kindergarten a couple of weeks ago. His little brother, who is three, started preschool last week. And I try not to do a happy dance every time I wave goodbye. I can usually contain the impulse, until they are out of view!
It’s not that I don’t love my children. I really and truly do with all of my heart! But this mama can use a reprieve from the chaos that seems to be my every-day existence. And for two days a week, for three solid hours, it’s just me and my one year-old daughter. It’s amazing how peaceful life can feel for a change. Continue reading