The Greatest Gift My Mother Gave Me

Today is the anniversary of my mother’s death, and it’s hard to hold back the tears. And as I think back to a statement I made last week to a therapist,  I feel shame in addition to sorrow.  That’s because I had the gall to say, “My mom was basically mute in my life. I can’t…

Sometimes the holidays hurt.

My father-in-law died on Thanksgiving Day in 2008, three days after a heart attack. Our daughter died on the day she was born, the day after Christmas in 1998. My brother – father of eight –  died on the eve of Father’s Day in 2015. I know I am not alone in feeling hurt around…

The Surprising Beauty of Failure

I just spent the winter hibernating after opening a business and closing it within six months. Ma Spa had fulfilled my dream to host mothers in a lovely space, to teach biblical principles about family, and to promote self-care. Christian Moms want to apply the Bible to family life, and we typically put ourselves last on…

Guiding Our Children in a War-torn World

We can’t hide it forever. You know, this violent world in which we live. Sooner or later, we have to talk with our children and reassure them God is alive. By the time I caught up on the family text thread last week, 117 messages of dismay had been shared between the siblings about Paris….

Comfort for the Grieving

Grief comes in many flavors and all of them are bitter. The death of a child. The death of a parent. The death of a spouse, friend, or even a pet. All bitter. Right now I’m tasting the death of a sibling. My 58-year old brother Mark died four months ago. It tastes like turnip…

I Can Sympathize with Women who Choose Abortion

On December 26, 1998 I gave birth to a baby with eight toes and a face only a mother could love. Except that I didn’t. Our daughter died within an hour of birth. When the nurse asked me if I wanted to hold her, I said no without hesitation. I don’t want to hold a dead baby….