Never will I forget January 3, 2000. Alex and I awoke at 5 AM with bags packed and baby carrier in tow. The only thing missing—a baby boy, who nestled comfy in my tummy. After many, many, many hours of waiting, pokes, prods, and pushing, out popped our eight pound, one ounce bundle of joy!…

To some I’m considered young, to others old. I’m the age where I can remember tape cassettes, dial phones, VHS players, and television sets with antennae. I can remember going to the store and my mom paying for groceries by writing a check, or when we were lost in the car and actually had to…

I don’t know that there’s anything else that boils my blood like not being able to find something I KNOW I know where it should be… like – full-on insanity mode. Losing things is so frustrating to me – but with mom brain and multiple little hands in the house, it happens a lot! (and…

“You’ve lost your spark.” I was told this once after a rather long and grueling swim practice. The years of training had kept me going, I had finished the set, but it was true, my spark was gone. There I was, an experienced swimmer with more than twelve years under my belt and thousands of…

If you’re a 2000’s country fan like myself, you most likely started humming Jo Dee Messina’s hit. Rather than dive into the mushy details of this hit breakup song, I’d like to dive into the details of leaving God’s will – ouch. Not too long ago, I received some of the wisest wisdom on God’s…

Philippians 3:13b* challenges us -“[it is my one aspiration]; forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead…” So how are you reaching out to what lies ahead?  What exactly are you straining forward to do? Perhaps this is one of the great challenges for Empty Nesters.  We’ve raised our families and some of…

Um…wait a minute. The days are still long(ish). The weather is still hot. Bathing suits are still acceptable all day long. Pumpkin spice latte and peppermint anything hasn’t found their way into everything yet. And Christmas decorations are already full price everywhere. So, maybe I’m not talking about the beginning of a new year, but…

In her book, Fervent, Priscilla Shirer says, “If I were your enemy, I’d disguise myself and manipulate your perspectives so that you’d focus on the wrong culprit—your husband, your friend, your hurt, your finances, anything or anyone except me. Because when you zero in on the most convenient, obvious places to strike back against your problems,…

My hand aches from clenching my fist as the phlebotomist tries to find a vein. He sees the one he wants and goes for it. “You’re going to feel a pinch,” he says. I brace myself but don’t look away. Watching appeals to me for some odd reason. Much to my surprise, I feel nothing—not…

Last week a mom spoke to me about her recent heartache and I believe Empty Nesters will understand.  Her adult child was hospitalized, and everything in that mom wanted to take off and be fully available to help.  However, circumstances made it impossible. There’s something in a mama’s heart that wants to get to the situation and…