I hear Meg outside whistling. She stops and listens to hear the baby birds. The ones who’s nest rests on the downspout that I didn’t have the heart to knock down. The mama had wove in ribbon from a yard decoration Meg made, and Meg was proud they liked it too. I hear her Read More …
Category: Child Faith
When Jesus’s Blessings Are Hard
Meg came out of the endoscope Monday exhausted. I picked her up and held her in the rocking chair. She laid her head against me, her voice rasping through her sore throat, “Mom, do you know how much I’ve suffered?” I pulled her close hoping she’d fall back to sleep and stop thinking about Read More …
Becoming What We Never Were Before
I got up this morning thankful to be taking Meg to her kindergarten checkup. I overlooked it was also a pre-op appointment since she’ll be put to sleep for tests next week. It felt like we were heading in the right direction, one step closer to normal. Then Meg woke up. As I mindlessly Read More …
Overcoming Doubt
We pulled into the parking lot at the hospital this morning when Meg asked, “Do you think I’m brave enough Mom?” I slid the car into park and looked at her. Her question didn’t rack my brain, it pierced my heart. Of course you are I tell her. You’re brave, courageous, and feisty Read More …
Making God’s Will Our Own
This morning I asked Meg how life’s going. Without missing a beat she answers, “I don’t know but it’s delightful.” This comes from the same little girl I picked up off the floor last night after she fell asleep early curled up in a ball not feeling well. Sometimes I feel God overwhelming Read More …
Moving Closer to God
Meg throws her hands up in the air, “I’m on top of the world!” Actually it was a viaduct but I didn’t correct her. I didn’t have to look back to know one of her eyes looks a little swollen. The pressure was high enough this morning she was unwilling to sit up Read More …
The Simple Question Jesus Asks
God’s the perfect one to love, and yet He has been the hardest sometimes. This past year God has taught us more about love than any other. Not so much about loving each other (although that’s a certainty), but more of what it is to love Him. The night the mass in Meg’s Read More …
What God Does with Dirt
Meg’s question caught me off guard, “Mommy, what are our new bodies going to be made out of? Is God going to use dirt again?” I had just finished explaining to Meg the medicine the doctor in Omaha is putting her on will help her nerves feel better. She told me it will be Read More …
Holding Baby Jesus
Our nativity scene is one figure too short. Wouldn’t be such a big deal if it wasn’t baby Jesus. He pretty much makes or breaks the scene. This year he isn’t tucked between Mary and Joseph. The shepherds, wise men, and animals are all gazing toward an empty space. As for baby Jesus, Read More …
When Prayers are Done
Last night Meg’s prayer didn’t include God fixing the bubble in her head. I couldn’t believe she failed to mention it, not when every prayer she’s said since July has had it in. I asked her if she forgot and she replied, “No. I’m done praying for it Mom. I am tired of it. God Read More …