So here I am, still navigating the maze of this challenging season; still dealing with dead ends, struggling to be patient with the process, and trying to choose to feel it all.
So here I am, still navigating the maze of this challenging season; still dealing with dead ends, struggling to be patient with the process, and trying to choose to feel it all.
In February, I began my annual tradition of starting seeds indoors in preparation for my garden. This year I felt much more savvy and ambitious since I started the first round earlier than usual, providing plenty of time for any necessary replanting do-overs. As I waited, with some impatience, for the seedlings to sprout, it …
Parenting moments that involve teaching and shaping kids’ perspectives amaze me with their opportunities for my own continued growth. Several weeks ago, as my husband and I helped our son navigate a frustrating experience, we gently offered guidance for future interactions. My husband mimicked glasses, holding up circled fingers to his eyes, as he reminded …
As I prepared for this year’s Valentine’s-themed blog, I read through last year’s Love Is…post. It was an encouraging day-brightener for me, being reminded of some anecdotes of what love means and how it is often expressed. I started thinking about the ways love fills my life, from the love I feel both from and …
Just as I need the continued reminder about making a difference through love, I also need frequent reminders how daily actions, interactions, decisions, choices, habits, and routines can have an impact on those around us and, in turn, can ripple out far and wide.
Although the ongoing changes of the past few months have created a season of upheaval for my family, there is something about this transition to Kindergarten that feels so final, even more permanent than a change in address or employment. It is something that we cannot turn back from. The school years have begun.
I thought to myself, this game stinks. I literally looked all over the house for hidden toys, aided solely on random, vague clues from a four year old, was laughed at, forgotten about, and then after finally finding the lost toy…nothing. Later, as I reflected on the game, I was struck by some of the similarities the game had to the fears I was trying to articulate about my faith journey. Especially recently, as I’ve faced several major life transitions, I have been a little bit stuck in fear and questions over what is supposed to happen next.
Love is so complex. It includes feelings, emotions, choices, actions, words, and paradox. SO MUCH paradox.
As I reflected on this transition to a new season, one question in particular kept repeating in my mind: What might it feel like to grow out of the season of uncertainty and lean into a season of hope?
Maybe we’re all superheroes just by doing our best to make our corner of the world a better place in our daily routines, in our small yet still significant interactions, words, and behaviors.