One of my favorite things about my mom is she keeps everything. Not in a hoarder way, but if it’s not completely tattered and broken, she will continue to use it. This includes bedding, towels, dishes, etc.
Still seeing my little brother’s 38yo dinosaur sheets is a joy.
I drove by the hospital my dad died in today.
The Missing grew so large it muted all sound. All I heard was its plaintive song,
“If only if only if only.”
No shade to Emily Dickinson, but I love this poem about hope by Caitlin Seida.
I relate to hope being gritty, ugly, and persistent!
Hope Is Not a Bird, Emily, It’s a Sewer Rat by Caitlin Seida 👇
I just finished listening to @BethMooreLPM’s memoir and uh oh I love her even more now. As one who is in a season where I am desperate for good pastoring, I thank you Mama Beth. ❤️
I braved the Father’s Day card section today for the fathers who are still in my life.
I apologize to my husband in advance for the especially dumb card I settled on for him because I just had to get out of there.
#deaddadsclub