Manna Living

morning-dew-fresh-christ-manna-1024x768 Recently, I received an email from one of my sister-friends. She’s been by my side for over 30 years – at some times closer than at others but always just a phone call away. She asked me about graduation plans – specifically about a party for our Senior and if she could host. Tears stung my eyes. We’ve had such a roller coaster of unexpected this school year, graduation plans just haven’t entered my mind. The generosity and normalcy of her question caused me pause. And I thanked her. Not only for the kind offer, but for the reminder. “You are so super sweet and the only one who has even thought about a graduation party (WE haven’t even thought about graduation!!)” I emailed back. “It has been such an unexpected challenging year. I think we will be limping across the finish line – hopefully.”

It might feel that way… but you’re not alone

friendship I have comparison on the brain. And I know I’ll have it on my mind for at least the next month and then some (a little something to do with book marketing obligation/privilege.) But – apparently, I’m not the only one. And that’s good news. We never have to go this one alone. One of the more wicked aspects of comparison is the sneaky way it makes people feel alone. As if they’re the only one … left out, or dressed in the wrong outfit, or staycationing, or struggling, or still single, or isolated in a tough marriage, or infertile, or parenting a kid that didn’t make the cut or losing the ever-elusive quest-to-be-fit challenge. No – we’re not alone. In fact – it’s just the opposite – we’re in the majority. We all travel the road of comparison, every day. We compare ourselves to each other, to ideals, to magazine

The Beginning of Good-bye

Driver's Education I just enrolled my third child in a summer Driver’s Education class. Though she’s super excited, I can’t say it warmed my heart. For so many reasons. First of all, I selfishly like a clear calendar in the summer. So, already scheduling something makes my beginning of Summer feel like May. And May – well we all know – it’s worse than December. Could anything else be packed into 31 days? It’s like the calendar-keepers know that summer and freedom is just around the corner, so they’re going take every opportunity to fill any blank space. (For disorganized, calendar-challenged and organizationally-impaired people like myself – this is a nightmare.) Second, I really didn’t need a reminder that I will soon be sitting (once again!) on the passenger side of a very large

12 Hours 36 Minutes and 843.5 Miles Away

Odometer clock   Today’s post is by my dearest friend and sister-in-law Chris Wills. She’s always super nice to let me bother her to share with us tidbits going on in their home. I should have recorded our conversation last week about boy-odor, but we were laughing too hard. Just know, mothers of boys, you’re not alone! But I couldn’t not share her thoughts written out below. The gist: we are created for TOGETHER. Thanks for sharing, Chris … and thanks for walking the road with me. -Kay Twenty four years have come and gone since my world forever changed. In that day a merger, partnership, and journey began that has blessed my life beyond measure. Yet, I was so naive and oblivious to what God was up to. David and I always knew we wanted to have a large family. We did not have a number in mind just BIG. In the years from 1992-2003
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