For the summer the devotional team members at The Glorious Table are taking a much-deserved break from the regularly scheduled Milk & Honey devotions on Saturdays. This season is one of extraordinary busyness, beautiful weather, wild family vacations, and, in general, everything simply being different than the rest of the year. So instead of the usual post to read…
When I was in my forties, I asked my mom, who was in her sixties, “Mom, at what age did you finally feel like a real grown up?” “I’ll let you know,” she said. “It hasn’t happened yet.” I thought being a grown-up would be a little less–I don’t know–messy. I thought it would be…
The green numbers on the microwave clock told me it was 5:36 p.m. In the playroom behind me, a Gotham city had been constructed, complete with Bat Cave, a Mr. Freeze something or other, and a Joker Fun House. The dog was on the couch contrary to the No Dogs On the Couch Rule, chewing…
“You’re such a beautiful little girl.” “You look just like your mommy.” I cringe when I hear these two things strung together in the same sentence. I have long fought the urge to call myself ugly or goofy or whatever standard I didn’t meet that day. Anything but pretty. When I hear someone say this…
You are not enough… If they only knew… If only my life looked like… This is how it starts. These statements are the beginning of many of my internal battles. It is exhausting. I long more than anything to be a woman who’s steadfast, unswerving in her identity, and serving Christ with all that she is….
I really struggled to give my husband birthday ideas this year. At the end of the day, if I have books to read, coffee to drink, and a couch to sit on, I’m pretty happy. (And I’m not overly picky about the couch, to be honest—the floor, a pillow, a stool, whatever; it’s a place…