Racism Matters & A Lesson on Empathy

Empathy: The ability to identify with or understand the perspective, experiences, or motivations of another individual and to comprehend and share another individual’s emotional state.

Grief has been my leading emotion this week, but for more than just personal reasons. I grieve for the state of this nation and our world. And I grieve for my community and those around me.

I grieve the loss of human decency and the lack of empathy that freely and flippantly flows out of the mouths and actions of so many. I grieve when excuses are constantly made for poor behavior, and when people are hurting, truly hurting, the silence is deafening because you’ve determined it doesn’t pertain to you.

This type of grief often leaves me feeling helpless, heartbroken and alone. It’s exhausting and infuriating when incidents like Charlottesville occur and I know I must guard my heart deeply. Not only for the tragic nature of the event itself, but also for the insensitivity and hate that is sure to follow. 

Tees c/o: Human Citizens

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I’m Angry That This Happened

I will never forget the exact moment when the process started. I was back-to-school shopping with my girls, looking for clothes for my up and coming kindergartner. In the midst of this milestone of an occasion, my heart started beating rapidly and I could no longer think straight. One quick trip to the bathroom and I was gripped with fear.

We finished shopping and made it out of the store in record timing. Once we were home I immediately locked myself in the bathroom and began to cry. That night was the worst. The cries turned into deep weeping and agonizing pain, as I begged and pleaded for an alternative explanation before the Lord. I knew that I had just experienced loss in January, but 5 years ago I had a similar scare and that child was heading to school in a matter of days. 

The praise and worship music blasted in our bedroom and the tears continued to pour out of my eyes. I tried to allow my faith to be bigger than my fear. I was determined to walk by faith and not by sight even though it seemed an impossible task as the bleeding continued. 

Over and over I said these words:

I declare that my baby is fine. I declare that my baby is fine. I declare that my baby is fine.

In Jesus’ Name.

Amen.

I held onto hope as much as I possibly could. I wavered and crumbled and picked myself up time and time again. Those 5 days were the longest. Finally it stopped. I felt a sense of relief but it didn’t last. So what did this mean? I needed confirmation.

Two negative tests and an ultrasound later, I think I heard my heart actually breaking. 

It happened again. I miscarried again. And I’m so angry about it. 

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Cheers to 5 Years! It’s My Blogiversary!!

In many ways this is just another typical Monday, but in one way it’s of particular significance to me.

You see, 5 years ago today, on June 5, 2012, I published my first blog post, making this my blogiversary!!

5 Years!! I can hardly believe it!!

I knew this day was coming and originally had ideas of grandeur. Perhaps I’d throw a party, coordinate a mega-giveaway, or in the very least get one of those big ole gold balloons!☺️

Alas, the day snuck up on me and I am woefully unprepared. I’m honestly a bit disappointed in myself for my lack of planning, but today is special nonetheless. 

With that in mind, I thought I’d share some fun facts with you about how my little space on the internet came to be, some things that I’ve learned, and more!

Here we go! 

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The Gift of Life; Happy Birthday Dad!

Dear Dad,

We celebrated your birthday today.

It wasn’t the party we might have previously envisioned, and the circumstances were nothing we would have desired.

We weren’t at a restaurant of your choice. We weren’t shaking our heads as you pretended to scan the menu as if you’d actually try something different for a change.

We weren’t having a family game night, talking trash to one another as the cards fell across the table. We weren’t teasing lovingly commending your persistence even though you have a knack for coming in last place.

We weren’t even at your house because you’re not there. You’re not there and I know that’s the birthday wish that supersedes them all.

But you are here with us, which is a blessing in itself.

You’re here after that alarming text I received on the afternoon of April 4th.

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The Real Reason Why I Don’t Watch the Oscars

The Oscar’s were on this weekend, and I didn’t watch them. I could have. Years ago I would have. But for the 7th year in a row I simply couldn’t bring myself to do it.

In fact, I forgot that Sunday was the 89th Academy Awards until I happened upon a photo of Janelle Monáe in her dazzling gown. In the past that would have been enough to draw me in, but not anymore.  

Instead I kept the T.V. off., did some random stuff around the house, and after about 10 minutes of scrolling on Facebook the next morning I got a pretty comprehensive recap of what I missed:

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