How to Punch Your Depression in the Face
I love writing. I love the pang of the keys beneath my fingers, the feel of the sticky squares of my aqua blue keyboard cover. I love the moving cursor, and the pumpkin candle I burn each time I write. Coffee tastes better when I’m writing. And the silence. Oh how I love the silence. …
Facing Real Together
I heard her cries with my heart, more than my ears, each wail reverberating in my aching chest. I cradled her head and held her rigid body against mine as she yelled, “no, no, no,” then heaved a shaky breath to release another loud howl. I whispered in her ear “I’m here. I love you,” …
My Story of Anxiety
I first shared about my struggle with anxiety on my blog. Before I knew it my post had been shared to thousands of people. Not because my words were special or that my story was different. No, my story resonated with all the people suffering in silence thinking, you too? A friend from Lutheran Hour …
Finding Home
Community: a feeling of fellowship with others, as a result of sharing common attitudes, interests, and goals. In high school community is an age old structure that we compliantly fall into. Kids divide into clusters like a honeycomb, an act of nature that provides the architecture of purpose for the socially buzzing teens that …
Gratitude is a lot Like Raspberries
This morning I find gratitude hidden among the purple grapes, fuji apples, and a half rotten cucumber in the produce drawer of my refrigerator. I hesitated to take out the thin plastic package. I bought this container of raspberries for my kids to eat, cringing at the price as I plunked them among the canned goods, …
Thanking God through Perinatal Depression
Perinatal depression is similar to postpartum depression, but it happens during pregnancy. I didn’t know what depression was until I was about ten weeks into my first pregnancy. Finding Gratitude by the Handful It was hard to get through each day. At the time my mom would tell me to find five things to be grateful …
Learning to Just Be Held with Casting Crowns
My prayer room with God is behind the wheel of my car. For a busy mom its the only time I am literally forced to be still. My children are secured with seatbelts and are usually lulled to peaceful silence under the hum of the engine and passing pictures framed by their fingerprinted windows. In …
Life Under Construction
I see the trash bag sitting on our flagstone patio and I’m filled with the dull ache of dread. I hate the small trek from my back door to the side yard where the trash cans are kept. Releasing a sigh, I step outside and sling the heavy white back over my shoulder as I …
