Recently I was pulled over by a police officer for the first time in my life. A real, live police officer. He sauntered up to my window and explained my infraction, following the car in front of me too closely, and I did all the normal things you’re supposed to do when you get pulled over…
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A pastor’s daughter who married a pastor’s son, I’ve been intimately acquainted with pastors’ wives for most of my life. Currently, my husband is months away from graduating seminary and we do believe the Lord is calling him to the pastorate. With our ministry “training wheels” about to come off, my awareness of pastor’s wives…
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We sang this hymn at church on Sunday. The words melted my writer’s heart, especially the last line. The Love of God | Frederick M. Lehman The love of God is greater far Than tongue or pen can ever tell; It goes beyond the highest star, And reaches to the lowest hell; The guilty pair, bowed…
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Growing up a pastor’s daughter, marrying the pastor’s son, and well on my way to becoming a pastor’s wife, people often assume that I’m a super Christian. Which, of course, I am. I’m blessed to be a super Christian. When my eyes pop open in the morning, the first thing I see is our “This…
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Historically, I’ve taken a bit of pride in the fact that I’m not a morning person. You know morning people. The ones that wake up at 5am with sick, Cinderella-esque glee. Pretty sure that bluebirds bring them a cup coffee. “Good morning, Darling! Lovely to see you looking so chipper!” Yeah. Those people. I’ve always been…
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There’s no pretty way to admit this, so I’ll come right out and say it: I feel entitled. I’ve noticed the dissonance in my soul for months, but I’ve only recently put a name to it: entitlement. Some people feel entitled to things because of who they are. My entitlement is based more on what…
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After thinking long and hard, I finally happened upon a tagline that describes my intentions for this space. And by “thinking long and hard,” I mean polling my Facebook friends and Instagram followers. It was very scientific. Truthfully, it didn’t seem right to define my blog without y’all. Together, we happened upon this phrase: “Gut-writing…
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Low feels like being curled on your bathroom floor, hugging the toilet as if it’s your new best friend. Low feels like explaining to your doctor all the embarrassing, gory details. Low feels like lying awake at 2am, knowing you’ll be even more exhausted come morning. Low feels like snapping at your husband, just after…
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Have you ever been knee-deep and neck-high in a fog? Not just a I-could-use-a-second-cup-of-coffee fog, I’m talking about a will-this-last-forever? fog. The kind of fog that’s so dense, you can’t remember the warmth of the sun or the color of the sky. That kind of fog. A year after the birth of my first child, I feel…
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I’m a slow burn when it comes to the holidays. By December 24th I usually have slung myself into the Christmas spirit, but it takes that long. My husband affectionately calls me “Victoria Scrooge” during this time of the year. For me, Christmas is linked to a handful of memories that aren’t very merry and bright. I find it difficult to…
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