You turned five a few short weeks ago. Presenting yourself in my doorway wearing only your Monsters’ University tighty-whities and throwing your hands up in the doorway, you proclaimed, “It’s my berfday!” And, then, you put your hands on your hips and asked, very seriously, “It is my berfday, isn’t it, Mama?” I told you–finally–yes, it was your birthday, after at least 52 days of having to tell you it wasn’t. And I asked you to come crawl in my bed and pretend you were still sleeping, because you’d woken up before I had a chance to make up your customary birthday tray of doughnuts sparkling with birthday candles, a Star Wars birthday balloon, and a pile of tiny packages wrapped up in tiffany blue paper (because I ran out of birthday wrapping paper). You would have to wait patiently in my bed for your birthday breakfast. As I left you, tucked into my bed watching cartoons, and walked down the stairs to arrange your birthday breakfast, I wondered, with tears in my eyes, how we arrived at five years old. Continue reading
I used to think getting my Bible reading in every day was a lot like taking vitamins. Getting my “God time” was on the to-do list, something I needed to do every day in order to feel good about my life. But now, I see my God time a little differently. Continue reading
It is entirely possible to vacation well with your spouse despite mental illness (Marriage and Mental Illness: Take a Vacation Alone Together). But, one of the hardest things about having a mental illness is that you can’t take a vacation from your mental illness. Even if you want to escape your life and just enjoy your partner on vacation, you still have to make allowances for your mental illness. It might feel like more work than it’s work, but making space for your mental illness on vacation will enable you to have a better vacation with your spouse.
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When did Good Friday happen for you? When did the crucifixion become real, not just a Bible story you heard while sitting next to your mama in a pew, dressed up in your Easter best? When did you realize your part in the play of this bloody day? Good Friday was the last piece of the Easter story I braved to embrace, but the one I now hold most dear. Continue reading
Are you in the fight of your life? Are you fighting for your marriage, to carry your baby with a terminal diagnosis to term, to beat cancer, to survive your grief, to manage your mental illness? There are times in life when all the normal worries and cares comes crashing down, and only one thing really matters: survival. If that’s where you are, I want to encourage you today. I want to give you some truths to hold tightly in your fists as the waves wash over you. I want to hold your face in my hands and say, “You can do this.” Continue reading