I'll be honest. I've been struggling to find joy lately. The post marathon blues are real. I feel like a loser because it's taking my body a while to get back into my base running shape. I miss my son at college and can't wait for him to come home for the holidays, but I… Continue reading Joy
I'm not sure how long it will take to process last weekend and all the ways God moved mountains to get us to a place of victory. New epiphanies come daily and as the devil tries to distract us with the normal day-to-day-stresses that never seem to cease, God reminds us of just how much… Continue reading 26.2
This question keeps running through my head as I run. In the early mornings, before the sun breaks over the horizon, when we're pounding the pavement and the only sound is our breaths and an occasional passing car, I hear the words. Do I make you proud? I only have one memory of my dad… Continue reading Do I make you proud?
Does anyone else love scrolling through the "Memories" posts on Facebook? It's usually how I start every morning and love seeing what we did as a family years ago. 2 years ago yesterday on June 20, 2016, my husband and I decided to go hiking. For the first time. One kid was at camp and… Continue reading It’s all an adventure . . .
Saturday was the most perfect day. It was just the core four. My people. My son who's about to turn 21 and my daughter who's about to turn 13 and my amazing husband and me. We ran around an amusement park like little kids. We rode our favorite roller coaster three times. Twice in the… Continue reading Party of four
I chaperoned a field trip recently. Let me specify… I chaperoned a middle school band field trip recently. To an amusement park. On a 90 degree day. I had seven kids in my group and I only knew the names/faces of four of them. Even before MS, I’ve never been good with names and faces,… Continue reading When Grace Runs Out…
Dear 33-year-old me, Hi there, friend. I see you standing there, forcing a smile with that precious 8 year old girl of yours and all I want to do is sit down with you and have a chat. You're carrying a huge burden. Or rather, lots of huge burdens. You're still struggling to forgive your… Continue reading Dear 33-year-old me
My co-workers hear me say this phrase a lot: "If I get hit by a bus . . ." If I get hit by a bus, here are the summer program letters ready to be mailed out the first of May. If I get hit by a bus, all of next year's tuition binders are all… Continue reading How to prepare for MS relapses
I sat at the decorated table, adorned with colorful table cloth, themed centerpiece, cute paper plates with finger foods in various stages of nibbles, and MOPs (Mothers Of Preschoolers) literature for that month's meeting listening to the conversations of the other moms. I did not fit in. We were going to a church that was… Continue reading Thrive
The stage was being set. The hour was drawing near. Jesus knew He had very little time left to prepare His disciples for what was to come. He didn't create detailed handouts or make His disciples take sermon notes. He asked them to share a meal with Him. He washed their feet. He loved them.… Continue reading Take Heart…
Not Today, MS 