Connecting

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Although the path has not been easy, and I don’t claim to have “arrived” – because life is a never ending journey – I do feel that I have reached a hard won place of balance in my life.  It helps that I’m doing something I truly enjoy, which is writing.  Also, I’ve come to appreciate and love my imperfect self, which allows me to truly connect with my husband, my kids, my friends, and God.

I feel that I am on the road to fulfilling my purpose in life, and (besides being a wife and a mother), that is to be an inspiration to others and to help them find joy and connectedness in their lives.  That is my deepest desire.

I think the key to true joy and balance in one’s life is connecting.  We are relational human beings.  It’s how we’re made.  It’s what drives us.  We need to find balance in our lives and feel connected 1) to ourselves, 2) to others and 3) to God – which I believe is the most important.  (By the way, my “Joy List” helps me to remember to connect in all three of those areas, which is why I’m sharing it with all of you, and encouraging you to make your own Joy List.)  But today, I want to talk about #3. Continue reading

Being Held in the Midst of Tragedy

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I originally wrote this journal entry 2 years ago when a mother in New York had her children murdered by their nanny.  I’m resurrecting it again as I’ve been reading this week about Ryan Saldana, the adorable 3 year old boy with wild red hair, who was killed by a truck.  My heart goes out to his parents.  I’ve felt the same sadness for them as I did for Marina two years ago, and it has made me hold my boys a little tighter and appreciate the preciousness and fragility of life.  May God hold this family tenderly in the palm of his hands.  #redballoonsforryan

I’ve found myself sobbing numerous times this week, as my thoughts have turned repeatedly to Marina Krim, the mother who lost her two precious children in New York last Thursday. It is every mother’s worst nightmare – the unexpected loss of a child. The viciousness of the attack and inability to come up with a motive make this mother’s loss especially tragic. Yet, any mother who has lost a child for any reason knows the depth of her pain. Continue reading