Sons. Day 8 of #25daysofgood.

I have three sons.

They’re too old for trick-or-treating, but never too old to be my babies.

They are so creative and kind, brave and good.

I don’t post pictures of them online, so these three little pumpkins will have to do to represent them.

Every day, I’m thankful beyond words for the good my sons bring to the world, and that I have the privilege of being their mama.

So today, they are my good.

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Whatโ€™s YOUR good?

๐Ÿ”Ž Find the good.

๐Ÿ“ธ Snap a picture.

๐Ÿ“ฒ Share it on social media.

#25daysofgood

A river really does run through it. Day 13 of #25daysofgood

rivers and roads 

and currents run through these

measured days of motherhood, aching

from the slow release of focus.

the love of sons leaks 

from the carved deep canyon of her

soul, and she slowly disappears 

into the splendor of the green, green

valley.


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poems and sons becoming men and days spent in the woods are my good today.

 Whatโ€™s YOUR good?

๐Ÿ”Ž Find the good.

๐Ÿ“ธ Snap a picture.

๐Ÿ“ฒ Share it on social media.

Empty me…(a poem)


The struggle is real.

Do more.

Be more.

But wait.

Be still.

Stop.

When life is full that’s when we need to give it up.

Give it all up.

Let the worries and the pressure and the performance fall through the aching holes of our heart,

the heaviness of brown paper package

promises released,

the frustrations of 

self

like sand through a sieve 

emptied

given up

to the One 

who gave Himself 

to fill us up

with 

peace

*

not as the world

gives,

empty,

but

free