One of my goals for 2020 is to write a book. Hopefully the first of a few. The first one will be based on my posts from the journey of motherhood so far. I am transforming prose into poetry and adding new content so it will be different from just reading the posts over again.… Continue reading Book coming!
She is known as Rahab the prostitute or, in some versions of the bible, Rahab the harlot. She became famous and saved her life and her family by helping Israel spies. The bible speaks incredulously of her faith given her job description, “In the same way, was not even Rahab the prostitute considered righteous for… Continue reading Rahab the Mother MOB #4
My draft box of posts is filling up. Over the last month I have made several attempts to write but nothing has come together. I came so close with Mary. But alas, near the end of my post I somehow managed to hit select all and delete before my mind figured out what I was… Continue reading Draft Mode
In preparation of Christmas I started looking at the stories of Elizabeth and Mary. In both cases an angel appears to them and/or their husband with news of a special baby coming. If that were me I would feel awe, honour, fear of doing the wrong thing, hope for the life of my child and… Continue reading A different outcome- Samson’s mama (mob #3)
"Are you her grandma?" The thrift store employee asked me after admiring Elaina. I picked up my dropped jaw from the floor and stammered out that actually I was her mom. I suddenly felt very old but then laughed when I remembered that just a few days before, someone thought I was a 25 year… Continue reading The oldest Mama in the world (MOB #2)
Whenever I watch a really interesting tv show or read a gripping book I ask with a sigh, why do I find the bible boring? Why do I eagerly wait all week for the "Anne with An E" tv show, while sometimes having to force myself to open the scriptures? I believe that "“All Scripture… Continue reading New bible Mama series/The First Mama
God speaks to me so much through my daughter. She is almost joyful as she falls down and quickly gets up again. Like it's a game. Often when she falls she wails, but this moment, this night was special. There was momentum and hope. Learning how to walk. I felt a whisper in my heart.… Continue reading Getting up again