Maybe you’re like me. Maybe every day in some way you feel like a newly fallen turnip. A rookie. A beginner. A little wet behind the ears. When I had a baby, I glanced over my shoulder to discover regurgitated breast milk dripping down my back. That’s when everything — not just motherhood — seemed a little more important. A little more up in a ponytail. A little more up in the air.

Posts Tagged "Chatter"

Chatter Farewell Letter

January 2016 Seven years ago, I had a toddler who wasn’t the least bit interested in potty training. I also had a body that wasn’t the least bit interested in having energy or looking good in jeans; plus a house that wasn’t interested in keeping itself flea-free, a mind that wasn’t interested in being calm,…   read more

The Well Woman

October 2015 She wasn’t going to see anybody. No small talk, no averting her eyes, no flinching at the hot limestone edge of the well. It was the quiet hour. She always came during the quiet hour. She breathed it in — the simple beauty of drawing water. A simple thing in a tight, rough…   read more

The List of Loria

September 2015 It’s amazing how motivated I am to call the dermatologist or match up stray sock pairings whenever it’s time to sit down and think about God, talk to him, and finally surrender to Him. This morning I tried taking a walk to clear my head and focus my prayers in the same general…   read more

Waiting for Rain

August 2015 Last summer, I latched onto a phrase that carried me through a difficult season: living between the rains. I am living between the rains. Are you? The idea came from a Beth Moore Bible study I was doing at the time in the book of James, and it’s lifted from the passage in…   read more

Plundering the Day

July 2015 OK, look. This is the day before we leave on our family beach trip. The clothes JUST beeped at me from the dryer. My empty suitcase is waiting in the bedroom. Both children are upstairs flinging themselves against the wall. This is not the time to write. This is not the time to…   read more

Spurgeon’s Sky

June 2015 Charles Spurgeon was a great writer and theologian. I, of course, like to imagine him as a big sturgeon coasting languidly along a riverbed with a pipe in his mouth, but that’s just because I’m strange, and hungry so often. Anyway, he said this: “The grandeur of the arch of heaven would be…   read more

My Bad Bug

May 2015 Yesterday, my four-year-old daughter Madeline was asking about sin. This is because she is exceptionally bright, spiritually advanced, and concerned with acquiring justice for her brother who had been ignoring her. “Is sin like a bad bug in your body?” she asked. Except she said, “ ‘YIKE’ a bad bug,” because she cannot…   read more

A Way Made

April 2015 Last week, I heard a friend say that God isn’t afraid of us. That was so interesting to me. I thought about it for a whole week. God isn’t afraid. Of us. I, for one, am very afraid of us. I see a future ablaze with fire, a world melting into the pit;…   read more

Unforced Sugar

March 2015 Last Friday night, my husband and I, through a strange set of circumstances, found ourselves on a double date with our across-the-street neighbors. We don’t regularly hang out with them. We’ve never shared a meal or a movie. We had discovered in a passing conversation that we were both planning to attend the…   read more

Beauty Will Be

February 2015 Sometimes, when I catch a glimpse of my daughter’s caterpillar eyelashes and see her mouth pull wide in joy, my heart melts all down the front of my shirt. There is such beauty everywhere. Such heartbreaking beauty that pours me full with equal parts joy and heartache. The warmth of a big bell,…   read more