I stink at math. I google math answers for my 11-year-old son, y’all. I may have taken pre-Algebra a couple or so times before I scored high enough to pass the class. Math makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry for days. This is NOT an exaggeration, just ask my oldest…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
I seriously enjoy flowers. I love the aroma they give, aesthetic beauty they offer, and the way they can change the mood of a room. I appreciate the end product of the tenacity and efficiency of gardeners. I do NOT have a green thumb, nor do I full understand what that requires. Though, I have single-handedly…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
I used to dream of being a singer. It started in the early days of my dad’s song leading at church. He would go practice and my sisters and I would assume the stage with our microphone stands. We were good {at least we thought we were good} without microphones or an audience. I’m not…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
I love denim. If one pair of jeans is good, then 10 pairs is obviously better. I might own denim shirts in a variety of colors. If a girl could marry denim, this one already did. Tracking with me? I used to think this obsession {let’s just call it what it is, friends} was contained…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
As the clicking drew closer, anticipation birthed equal parts excitement and anxiety in me. This was the day the principal would announce the Student of the Month. My six-year-old self launched into earnest prayer because there was nothing I wanted more than that award. With fingers crossed, eyes closed, and an inaudible plea {please let it be me, God},…… Continue reading Crossing My Fingers Taught Me This
Trigger warning: __________________. It seems like every other post I read has a ‘trigger’ warning. These warnings, while intended to be a nod toward consideration {and I appreciate that kindness}, give me permission to scroll on when I may need to sit with big emotions. The fact of the matter is, we were created to experience deep feelings. That’s…… Continue reading The Truth About Triggers
Dear Son, As I drove away from our last lunch together for your senior year, I cried. I wasn’t sad, but deeply grateful. It was similar to the feeling when I laid you down in the bassinet next to my bed for the first time. I should have been napping along with you, but instead…… Continue reading Dear Son: An Open Letter
Sitting alone and crying was my new normal. Grappling with my “status” consumed me and I didn’t like any of it. Of all the hard things in my life, this was definitely the worst. Divorce was not unfamiliar, but it knocked the wind out of me when it became my descriptor. My silent hopes and dreams fell…… Continue reading Shipwrecked by Status
Be still and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10 (NIV) Volunteer opportunities, extracurricular activities, performances, and meetings occupy more real estate on my calendar than I care to admit. There is no shortage of demand on my time. Add in chasing my hopes and calling, being a good neighbor and…… Continue reading Why You Should Rest
One night, while curled up on the couch, my husband entered the room talking about an email he opened. He used words that sounded ill-fitting and unfamiliar. Devotional. Two more contributions. He noted the confusion on my face and invited me to come read the email myself. The next several moments unfolded in slow-motion. My…… Continue reading Exciting Announcement
Alyssa DeLosSantos 