Natasha Metzler 3 Minute Read Every extra penny went into a savings account. Budgets. Moderation. I watched Dave Ramsey and spoke with the utmost knowledge about money, investments and wastefulness. I sighed and shook my head at people who misused credit cards. I felt sorry for those who had never learned the proper way to handle money or to embrace…
Natasha Metzler 3 Minute Read The call comes. I’m standing in the barn and my muscles lose their strength. My heart, this mother-heart that beats within me, wants to find him and cuddle him close and whisper words of comfort. He’s the boy that made motherhood real for this child-less me. I had claimed children through the years, but this…
Natasha Metzler 3 Minute Read Haiti, February 2009 {journal excerpt} Today is one of those days. I feel so sad and homesick I think I could curl up and die. The children are in school. I can hear their endless chatter but I can’t understand any of it. Amos is gone working, and here I am, alone. I wish I…
Natasha Metzler 3 Minute Read “I just don’t know what we’ll do,” she sighed, “part of me thinks it would be best to homeschool, but I’m just not sure I can do it. At least we have three more years before we have to decide.” The two-year-old in question came up to me and I scooped her into my arms….
Natasha Metzler 3 Minute Read A miracle is the redemption of pain, not the absolution of it… The idea that if our dreams come true, we’ll be free from pain is a lie. The idea that if we give up our dreams, we’ll always be empty is also a lie. Only in emptiness can we be filled.
Natasha Metzler 4 Minute Read (Don’t miss hearing about the men I {almost} married!) A Rhema: the Greek word for “the word of God”; a revelation. I was praying for “a rhema” last summer and God spoke this to me: “Do not doubt My power and do not question My timing.” (my journals, 2005) I didn’t recognize him the first few times…
Natasha Metzler 6 Minute Read We’ve all met someone who married their high school sweetheart. There is something heart-fluttering about marrying one’s first love. But few people actually do. The rest of us, our stories include the tales of the men we {almost} married. Because of that little word in there—that “almost”—these stories are often left to crumble and decompose in…
Natasha Metzler 4 Minute Read Once upon a time there were two young girls. One, a tall blonde with honey-colored eyes. The other, a short brunette with eyes the color of the sea after a storm. Their friendship was the storybook kind. Anne and Diana. Meg and Jo March. Lucy and Mr. Tumnus. The blonde had a voice like an…
Natasha Metzler 4 Minute Read You are the most precious asset I have. And I want the very, very best for you. But the best for you isn’t someone who is perfect because like it or not, you’re not perfect. I didn’t raise you to be perfect. I raised you to be Redeemed.
Natasha Metzler 7 Minute Read Once upon a time in the land of the glass hearts, there lived a young girl. This girl, as all the girls did, carried with her a heart. While she was young it was kept safely on the nightstand by her bed and every night she would look at it and smile. It was so perfect;…
Natasha Metzler 4 Minute Read I read it the first time when I was fifteen. I was enthralled with the title, with the woman, with the dream of someday being like her.
It was not an easy book to read.
Natasha Metzler 3 Minute Read I thought He was asking me to be single forever. And here’s the catch: I was good with that. I really was! Then I realized that He was asking me to be single for a time. And that was harder.
The End.
The End.