This is what I know of wild obedience. I never dreamed of picket fences and dinners around the table with my darling offspring making conversation about the high and low point of our days. I never wished for a husband and a mortgage and matching throw pillows for our tastefully decorated living room. I never dreamed of roots and home and family. I didn’t rock baby dolls and pretend I was their mama. My dandelion dreams sailed on wild winds with my hopes of escaping into the open. We never …
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We Have Much to Learn From the Flowers: An Incourage Post
I get only what’s on the list. Gingerale and saltines to settle her stomach, a family sized box of cheerios and a gallon of milk so the kids can make their own breakfast if I’m tied up taking care of my mom. I toss a bunch of easy to make lunch stuff into the cart, things the kids can manage in a pinch. I grab some fruit and almond butter. We just have to make it until dinner. Our church fills in slots on the calendar to drop off casseroles and soups, crusty bread baked fresh in their ovens …
When Your Mom Breaks Her Back and Then Teaches You the Gospel Again
I answer my phone with a joke. “Did you lock yourself in the chicken coop again?” It wouldn’t be the first time she’d gone out in the morning to feed the chickens and collect eggs to find the latch had fallen into place and locked her in with the flock. But the voice on the other end wasn’t joking. “I fell, I’m hurt…I think I broke my back.” The voice is my mom and yet not my mom, strangled and gasping for breath. I’ve never heard her sound like that. I am out the back door scanning our …
