About a Boy

He’s the one who puts the pitcher of tea back in the refrigerator with less than a sip in the bottom. He’s the one who used to always hug me before leaving the house. He’s the one who has a stash of chewing gum in his bedside table that he thinks no one knows about.


He’s one of the few men who melt my heart. He’s at least 3 inches taller than me. He’s the child I wasn’t sure I wanted, but God knew I needed. And more times than I can count I’ve watched him when he didn’t know I was looking & cried at the hope and love I feel because of who he is.


I remember him before he came, those months when he grew within and made my head pound. I remember laying my head against a cold window in the dark of night telling God I just didn’t think I could. I didn’t know how a weary & broken girl could become the dwelling place of life.



Being a mother is anything & everything but easy. It is a commitment. It is a vocation, a calling.


We have travelled rocky roads, but we are still walking together. And for a girl who knows walking away like breathing, that is saying a lot. I know that I won’t pass this way again. And so, I recognize my hurt for all that time has taken away.


You’ve heard the story of the Velveteen RabbitMy story as a mother is much like the rabbit’s story. Made real by the years. Just the way grace can happen to you. It doesn’t happen all at once, but eventually you become. And grace becomes you. Worn and weathered down to exquisite beauty.


It’s the threadbare simplicity, being softened and strengthened by the years. This mother keeps bending her worn knees with prayers that her child may walk straight paths.  And never ceases to pray for her own crooked heart.



I remind myself of these things daily… Train up a child in the way he should go. Be ready to let him go and ready to forgive him. Extending the grace to him that has been given to me so many times.


Many times I forget that becoming the mother I want to be will hurt in a thousand ways. Today, as he left the house in the morning light for his first day of high school, I was reminded again. The weary and the wearing away is the most beautiful part.

These two children have made me sing and sob and they have made me know my sins and weaknesses. Strange, how it hurts and heals all at once.

Friends In the End

It was a night for rivalry in Alabama. College football in the deep South is more than a sport. Some say it’s more like a religion, an accurate metaphor for many.

The irony in this rivalry is that, for the majority of us, the team lines are crossed when it comes to friendships and family – you know, the things that truly matter in life. Even players dressed out in uniform and playing hard for their team, will leave the wins and losses on the field when it’s all said and done. (Thank you, Derrick Henry and Tray Matthews, for sharing that genuine moment with the world.)


This lasting image, along with my own experiences over the weekend, leave me very thankful for friendships and proud of the ones I cultivate these days.

It hasn’t always been so, you see. Through time and trials, I have learned what feeds my soul and makes me a better person. I recognize that not everyone I love is good for me and that it’s best to love those people from a distance. Wishing them well and cheering them on from the outskirts absent of any guilt about it.

If today finds you struggling to hold on, clinging to a relationship (friend, family, lover) that you fight to make work – can I just encourage you to set it down and walk away for a minute. Maybe not forever, but for a season. It’s amazing what distance infused with prayer & mindfulness can bring to a situation. Lay down the burdens you carry and leave the responsibility of the results up to God.

Celebrate the people that add to your life, making it more rich and meaningful with every laugh and heartfelt conversation. Fix your focus on those relationships, God has given them to you in this season for a reason. Give thanks for that (research shows it will make you happier).