Happy Birthday

I looked at the pregnancy test one more time.BigBirthdayCakeCandles

Yep, it said positive!

I let my excitement show through a scream of delight.

I was going to be a mommy!

My son made his appearance the following May, after hours of hard labor.

His cry split the air, and changed my world forever.

Nineteen years have come and gone since that time I first heard his voice.

No longer a child, now a young man.

He still carries his mom’s heart with him…

no matter how many years have passed.


Today I am thankful for: 

* my son’s birthday

* being a mommy

* less than 2 weeks left of school

* Mocha icebox cake

* hugs

* birthday presents

* friendships

* beautiful warm sunshine

* unlimited possibilities

* God who makes all things possible



He Is Ready













The journal was started when I was just five months pregnant.

Words written in ink, a permanent reminder of this time in life. Time with life. Time full of life.

Before he was named, he was knew. Before I felt him, I loved him.

The journey of motherhood changes with the years, and it changed me.

I was no longer that twenty something mommy, fresh with anticipation.

The years between then and now have taught me and challenged me.

I’ve laughed more than I cried, hugged more than I hurt, learned and realized more than I ever thought I would.

And shouldn’t it be that way for us all?

From infant to young adult, the years have melted away.

My son is now a man. Intelligent, strong and tall……

Graduation, university……this one crazy and special life, full of possibilities.

I am trying to be ready.

My grip has loosened over the years. Preparing for this very moment.

The moment is fast approaching when I will watch him go.

He is ready.


Happy Mother’s Day this Sunday, to all the mothers, in whatever stage you are now in……

Psalm 139:13 for you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

The Sun Will Shine Again



The rain and wind banged against the window screen, water droplets running down the pane like rivulets of tears. The late winter morning was cold and wet. She tightly wrapped the sweater around her, hoping to keep out the chill. Spring was almost here, but not quite. Winter’s icy grip was not yet ready to let go and usher in warmer days. She looked out the kitchen window, straining to see even a sliver of early morning light. The sun was not going to be able to make its glorious appearance this morning, hidden behind the storm. The meteorologists were calling for snow today, along with the rain. 

The darkness was inky, as she waited for the sun. She knew that it was there, even if she couldn’t see it. It occurred to her that this morning was much like the hard times of life. Some days can seem dark, even cold. Tears can flow like the rain on the wet soaked windows. It is during those times that one must remember that THE SON is still there. In fact He never left. You might not be able to see Him at the moment, but don’t give up hope. He is real. He is here, and He loves you. 



“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life. For God did not send the Son into the world to judge the world, but that the world might be saved through Him.”  John 3:16-17 

He Won’t Go Alone

I had opportunity last week to spend some one on one time with my 18 year old son. Lately, those moments have been few and far between, as life has a way of hurrying us along. The days turn into weeks and this mom is left with the sands of time streaming through her fingers.

While in the car, my son looked at me and said, “You know these next few months are the last months that you will see me on a consistent, regular basis. Soon I will be away at college, working, eventually on my own.” Words from an 18 year old excited as he looks to his future. Words that sear his mother’s heart. He is right, not much time left. Life is changing.










He is more man than boy. I remember when he was a young toddler imagining what he would look like at age 5. I recall being surprised when he turned 13, not knowing how that much time had passed. Now, as a young adult, I have a mixture of love and pride in seeing who he has become.

As his mom, I will always love him, but it is my responsibility to loosen my grip, as difficult as it is, and let him go.

But, he won’t go alone.

He is a child of the King, the One who loves him and knows him intimately. The One I can trust and believe when He says He will never leave my son nor forsake him. A mother’s love is strong, but the love of The Father is deeper and everlasting and nothing can separate us from His love. Not ever. No matter where life takes us.

This is true if one is 18 and just starting out, or a mother who is learning to let go.

38 And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. 39 No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.        Romans 8 NIV

And that is something to be thankful for…..



The Gypsy Mama

1. Write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog’s footer}.

3. Go and tell the person who linked up before you what their words meant to you. Every writer longs to feel heard.

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes for the prompt:


Dearly loved

The one that changed me,


You taught me lessons on love

that I would never have known,


I’m so grateful that God gave me


My dear, treasured one.

You are almost grown,

more man than boy.

I’m so proud of you and pray,

that you will continue to grow

in your walk with the One

who knows your soul.



My beloved, son.





When You Can’t See Through The Fog

Foggy morning/Hagley Park

Image by BrendonPG via Flickr

I’ve got a million things to do today…and not enough time to get it all done.

It’s very foggy this morning–like pea soup, foggy. There is sun on the other side of the fog. I see it peeking through in spots.

It reminds me of life.

Sometimes things can look “foggy”.  I wonder how in the world everything is going to work out? It’s difficult to see into the future. But, then the SON peeks through the fog…and things start to take shape. This is not to say that everything works out perfectly, at least not by my standards. At least not by what I know. I don’t (can’t) always see the big picture. I can only see what is right in front of my face.

That is where trust comes in.

Sometimes, that is all I have to give.


And really, that is all I need.

Trust in the LORD with all your heart
   and lean not on your own understanding;
 in all your ways submit to him,
   and he will direct your paths.  Proverbs 3:5-6  NIV


*beautiful sun through the fog

*another fresh, new week

*quiet, early morning

*reading the Father’s Day cards that the kids gave

*a happy heart

*a cold glass of iced tea



*freshly cut hair, doesn’t it always feel and look better?


How are you blessed?