“With all it’s sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.” Max Ehrman
Cheers to the women who haveloved me fiercely.The ones who called forth the me in me.Who weathered my storms andfaced my fears andcarried a snack just for me,sometimes sweet, sometimes salty butalways the word or gesture orbag of chips I needed. Cheers to the women who mothered meinto the mother I’ve become.To my mom, cheers. … Continue reading Cheers to the women
I've often heard it said that all of Jesus' friends abandoned him on that Good Friday, his time of greatest need. But it needs to be said that not all of his friends disappeared into the darkness of the moment. A few were there, at the foot of the cross. They were the women, the … Continue reading Love at the Foot of the Cross
She snagged my phone from the bedside table while I was getting ready for the day. When I finally discovered her schemes, she was standing in my room, head bowed over my phone, adjusting the filter on a foot-selfie she had just snapped. Y'all, she's two. A few days later I went through my phone … Continue reading Those Little Feet (sacrifice & joy: the paradox of parenting)
I know we've been thick as thieves for many years, Shame, but enough is enough. I used to think that you were a harmless part of life, that you existed as a kind of check-and-balance to keep me in line. But no more. I see you, Shame. I know that you've been trying to squelch … Continue reading Shame, I’m Breaking-Up With You
Dear Heart, On your first birthday I could recall every minute of that difficult 30+ hour labor that brought you into the world. Now, on your fourth birthday, I only remember bits and pieces - it turns out the memories of pain have faded (just as other moms said they would). But one memory is … Continue reading My Promise to You: A Letter To My Daughter on Her 4th Birthday
As I've counted down the days to Christmas, I haven't been able to shake this big question: Why in the world did God choose to come to us as he did, as a newborn babe lying in a manger? Instead, what if God had come to us as a Herculean warrior? With shining armor and … Continue reading Just To Be With Us: A Mother’s Reflection on Christmas
Rev. Laura Johnson 