Whoever you are, I think you’d be comfortable saying that you’ve had a run-in at some point with shame—that deep, nagging sense of wishing you could rewind and have a “do-over”, that deep, abiding feeling of almost resenting something you’ve done, something about yourself, something that defines you. Sometimes I think shame can sneak up on us—perhaps we don’t even...
Oftentimes when I wake in the morning, my body begins to stir before my mind is ready to engage with the fact that it will have to remain alert for the next, oh, seventeen-ish hours. Generally, my body clock begins to sound around 5:15, and my body obeys whenever Esmae’s little cries start to carry down the hall and into...
I have, yet again, come to realize that opening the front (and the back) door to kids with messy pasts is a fast track to a few things: a. Exhaustion b. Impatience c. Anxiety d. Change e. Self-reflection f. Conviction of sin Despite the above list, I do...
One week. Seven Days. 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. This is how long we’ve had “X”, our new foster son. With his addition to our family, we now have three children under three...
I’ve been thinking a lot about the kind of writer I want to be. Not the content which I write about, but rather, the kind of person I want to be—the sacrifices I’m willing to make, the kind of time and attention I want to give to my writing, etc. It’s so easy in life to look around us—to see...
We’ve been fighting sickness this winter, which is surprising because it has been such a mild winter. We’ve had two big bouts of being sick–the first was just before Christmas when we all had the stomach flu at the exact same time. That was a hellish ordeal that I hope we never repeat. Now, Martell has had a cold with a...
Esmae is my sidekick. And by sidekick, I mean, pretty much everywhere I go, she goes. It’s definitely a love-hate thing. I’m sure all of you mamas out there know what I’m talking about here. I love that she loves me (seemingly) as much as I love her, but when I’d like to be gone for more than a few...
Sometimes I forget that my God lives in me. Sometimes I forget that Jesus is who He said He was. I forget all of the little ways that His life and His words and His actions fulfilled so many prophesies. Sometimes in the day-to-day I swim in a sea of unmet expectations and I fail to suffer here well. I...
In a year swelling with racial tension and in a year marked by the uprising of leadership who seems to oppose its’ progress, remembering Martin Luther King Jr. today has felt especially significant. I just spent the last half an hour or so listening twice to King’s “I Have a Dream” speech, which I’ve done for the last few years. ...
It’s been a long while since I’ve posted on the blog. I think it started because I was struggling to find time to engage in my writing. Sleepless (again) nights left me feeling exhausted and unable to engage with a sharpness of mind. Right around the time of my last post, however, I started going to counseling for a number...
Hey All, I'm Lindsay. I'm here putting my heart out there for you to read and hopefully be encouraged by. This place here is my life--my parenting, my home, my Jesus, my thoughts about life. I can't wait to get to know you through this sweet and sacred place.