“Mom, should I go to camp?”

IMG_3226A few weeks ago my daughter turned to me while we unloaded the dishwasher. “Mom, do you think I should go to camp?” I hesitated for one second as irrational mom fears bubbled up to the surface–dry drowning, third degree sunburns, killer chiggers. I’ve never actually read about killer chiggers, but I can still imagine they exist.

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Writing a Marathon?

Last year, I ran a marathon–not a real marathon that gives me a cool “26.1” bumper sticker, but a writing assignment that made me feel the way I imagine myself running a marathon. (Yes, you can infer by the way I worded that sentence I have never run a marathon and never plan to run a marathon.) Lots of excitement at the beginning, plenty of tears in the middle, a few exhaustion collapses, and high-fives and emotional thank you’s to my loved ones who kept me alive when I was hyperventilating. I wrote four devotionals that are now in the She Reads Truth Bible. The majority of the other contributors probably described it as a relaxing walk through the park, but for me this project was a true challenge. Like so many marathon finishers, what I learned during the struggle far outweighs the joy of crossing the finish line. I felt and tasted and heard  and saw the truth we all uncover during challenges. When I am pushed beyond my own limits and I know success is miles away from the reach of my own hand, my only choice is to trust in the help of my good, good Father. And He never disappoints us. He never pushes us away for being weak. He is always faithful.

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Not so little anymore

My baby turned 2 last week. Instead of silently sobbing while I stuff torn KitKat wrappers under my pillow, I’m going back to a wisp of truth I caught for a moment and tried to nail down with words. It’s from years ago when my now-medium kids were littles. I’m hoping it will help me ponder my baby’s official exit of babyhood with accomplishment. And of course I’ll still shed a few sentimental tears while I stuff a completely appropriate amount of wrappers under my pillow. Continue reading