I was 10 years old. My parents were divorced, and I spent every other weekend at my Father’s house. Money was always tight, so he had a roommate to help him cover the mortgage payments. My sister and I spent the summers there swimming in the pool, playing with the neighborhood kids, and riding our bikes.
Read MoreThe pain of rejection has pierced through my heart more times than I can say. I have felt rejected by family at times, rejected by peers, by church people, by friends, by other women. I have had seasons rich with community, and seasons where I’ve felt the familiar ache of loneliness and isolation. I have felt my heart longing for meaningful friendships and other women to “do” life with. I’ve sowed into friendships and tried and tried and tried only to get nowhere.
Read MoreIt was over a year ago now, we were exploring and hiking in Iceland with our best friends. We had planned and saved and made our way there, excited to be experiencing a new place together. We had heard about this “hidden” hot pool in the middle of the mountains and were ready for our first little expedition to find it. Our online research said it would be an easy 15-minute walk there, a simple trail for all levels of hikers.
Read MoreI stared down at the picture and a wave of shame washed over me. How pathetic.
I had been scrolling through the camera roll on my iphone, looking at old photos of the girls when they were babies. Ya know, that thing where you can’t wait until it’s their bedtime, but then you miss them so you look at pictures of them on your phone? It was that. But as I innocently scrolled through my photos, I saw another old photo.
Read MoreFor as long as I could remember, time had always felt so scarce to me. Like I would never have enough time to do and accomplish all that I wanted to do and accomplish. Especially in this beautiful but exhausting season of mothering my small children. The constant wiping of butts and faces and cleaning messes and someone always needing something. Time felt like a luxury I simply could not afford, and so I had to borrow and steal it again and again.
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