How quickly solitude can flip, can convert to loneliness! No one else you know has just delivered a baby, at your age, right? Where can you find support? No one else you know lives with quite such a quarrelsome husband, right? To whom would you dare confess? You are not all alone, though, if you … Continue reading Tired and All, All Alone.
This week’s posts answer several questions from a dear woman in a wrenching situation. I answered her immediately and privately, awhile back. Recently postpartum with her first child, she wonders about the effects of her wounded and out-lashing husband. She wonders if it would be better for the baby to live without a dad. Here … Continue reading Tired. Dog tired.
He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young. Isaiah 40:11
I've been interested in word origins since I was very little. And I used to think the word "woman" meant, or was short for, "whoa, man!" (Seemed appropriate for public restroom doors.) Even as a child, I could see the "man" in the word. If we go back to the original concepts behind the idea, … Continue reading Whoa, Man!
I raised six children. All that work? WHY?! It is real. Maybe that is the only reason, I don't know, but I do know raising children is good because it is real. It is the most awesome privilege. Nothing compares to molding a human being. What could be more significant than the forming of someone, of … Continue reading A Mother’s Cry