When the horizon clips the treesContinue reading “awake and alone”
We turned onto the open freeway.
I knew the route by heart, as one we traveled almost weekly. These rides usually went one of three ways. Sometimes there was laughter and mindless chatter. Other days there was music and podcasts. This time there was silence.
I stared out my window, my eyes tracing the same trees and hedges we passed the week before. The same yellows and oranges shading the trees. The same uncut hedges lining the highway. The same debris and spare car tires littering the berm. The same questions.
I looked over at my mom, softly biting her cheek, trying to stay strong. She was exhausted too, her eyes glazed over as she focused on the miles ahead. She met my gaze and offered a weak smile.
I suddenly realized how much my mom carries.
That was a few months ago; since then, I have seen just how my life affects hers. How when I smile, her face lights up and when I cry, she cries along with me. How she always sees the best in me.
I realize how many “thank yous” have been left unsaid, and today I want to change that. Thank you, mom, for always loving me, always being here for me, and always encouraging me to dream. Every day, you show me that love bears all things.
I have also learned that these little things matter. These shared moments are what make life beautiful. And I never want to stop saying thank you.Continue reading “Thank you”
As a follower of Jesus, how could I deny Him?Continue reading “When I have Cares”
The sunrise fanned out over the horizon. I leaned over, looking out my side mirror to watch the sun fade below the trees. The view was worth my gentle drift into the next lane; my cluttered thoughts found calm as the sky darkened. These moments make me wish I had a camera in hand. They also make me keenly aware of the presence of God.Continue reading “Consider”
I was always the one to color within the lines, perfecting each stroke on my paper landscape. I suppose I expected my life to also be a paint-by-number of my own creation.Continue reading “Seeing clearly”
I can only stand in aweContinue reading “Better than life”
I ran my hand over the linen cover with the word “prayers” etched on the cover. The practice of writing out my prayers has nudged me to stay consistent in my pleadings. Too often, I let my requests slip away, doubting they will ever be answered. I am impatient like that.Continue reading “First in my heart”
Where is Your glory here? I left the house in tears. If only I could just see the purpose, the goodness You work through all…Continue reading “Everywhere I look”
It’s okay not to have yourself together before the new year. It’s ok to carry struggles from the year before into the next. It’s ok if growth does not happen in a day. It’s ok to be unfinished.Continue reading “enough”