I had spent too long in front of the mirror that Sunday morning. After swapping with a friend a bag of clothes we no longer wanted, I had a new-to-me lacy top to wear to church. That Sunday morning also happened to be one of those first indecisive spring days: the morning began with a chill in the ... read more
Words That Wound
I had been called many things, but "traitor" had never been one of them. Until that day at the orphanage in Haiti when those hurting children took their anger out on me. I crawled crying into my parents' bed that night and I remember them saying, "They probably don't even know what that means." And ... read more
When You’ve Been the Mean Girl
“Who does she think she is?”“I don’t know, but she definitely tries too hard.”“I mean, I can’t believe she is after him. Like she has a chance with him.”“I know, right? It’s painful to watch.”It was an innocent enough scene, teenage girls lying in their bunks at a summer break ... read more
5 things I want to teach my daughters about friendship
“Mommy, those girls wouldn’t let me play with them today.” I heard the voice of my little four-year-old cutting through my thoughts, wistful and clear.“Oh?” I asked. “What do you mean they wouldn’t let you play?”“They just didn’t want to play with me.”My heart caught in my chest as I ... read more
Where are the Spiritual Mothers? A Titus 2 Vision for Friendship
"I just need some help."This wasn't the first time total and utter exhaustion had settled in. Being pregnant with number three made for many challenges while chasing a toddler and spending countless hours on the city bus getting my bigger one to school."Can you call someone to come over?" my ... read more
Does Love = Worry?
Have you ever accidentally overheard a segment of a conversation which sounded important and, upon inquiry, been told "not to worry about it"? If you're like me, the first thing you're going to do is completely disregard their command. How can you not worry about something that's obviously being ... read more
Depression: How to Help
In a room of 45 ladies, we counted off 1 through 5 nine times and every fifth person stood up. I stood up. I stood up and looked around the room, marveling at the statistic that 20% of the women in that room have battled mental illness or are battling mental illness. I am that 20%. I am the ... read more
