My mom used to sit at the piano and play this old hymn a lot. Sometimes she would even sing along. "Great is thy Faithfulness, O God my Father. " As a child, I’m not sure I understood the significance of those words.
There are few creatures on this earth that have perfected the art of rest like cats. I mean, it’s called a “cat nap” for a reason. When a cat feels safe they’ll stretch out in the sun, belly up, in a state of complete relaxation and bliss.
I don’t know if moms actually have superpowers, but it sure seems like it sometimes. Especially when you can’t find something. You can be absolutely convinced you opened every cupboard, looked under every piece of furniture, and scoured every square inch of the house for that item.
I click through the pictures and my heart sinks. The devastation left behind after a hurricane is hard to wrap your mind around, but I see it on their faces as they dig through the rubble of what was once their home.
“So be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid and do not panic before them. For the Lord your God will personally go ahead of you. He will neither fail you nor abandon you.
I sat across the table, listening to her tell her story. It sounded familiar. She was asking the same questions I had so many times during what felt like a long season of singleness. Sometimes you just need to say the words out loud. “My friend and I made a list when we were younger.
There’s a moment in one of my favorite British TV series where one character ask/yells at another, “ARE YOU HAVING AN EARTHQUAKE?!” The first time I heard it, it made me laugh. That scene has been running through my mind a lot lately.
I spend a lot of time thinking about thoughts. My thoughts -- and everybody else’s thoughts. Especially their thoughts about me. I like to convince myself that I’m good at “reading people.
My niece and nephews gathered around me with wide eyes, waiting to see what mysterious “treat” I was about to unearth from the depths of my purse. Knowing there would be some waiting around at this family wedding, and knowing how hard waiting is for kids, I came prepared. With color changing putty.
I stared at the needle on the table, waiting for the doctor to come back in the room. It took a few minutes longer than I expected, so I snapped a quick photo and sent it to my boyfriend, along with an appropriate caption and wide-eyed emoji, “Soo, this is about to happen.