Posts by writingjoy
Raising a Little Napoleon ~ Five Minute Friday
He’s a little Napoleon. He belts out orders, negotiates with authority figures like parents and teachers, and wields his voice like a sword. He craves control (just like his mama). He came out of the womb feisty, and I rejoiced. He has a physical issue, a thing that could slow him down. In hospitals, they…
Read MoreWhen Your One Beauty Goes Gray ~ #LifeUnmasked
When I found the first one, I cried. Me, the woman who has gone through awful breakups without tears. Who has officiated countless funerals and weddings without so much as water in the eyes. Me, who prides herself on her ability to contain her composure. Sobbed. It was my 23rd birthday. And there it was, in the midst of my…
Read More“The Evangelical Protestant mind has never relished complexity.”
I’ve been thinking about thinking lately. How do I think differently from a woman living 100 years ago? 1000 years ago? Before the time of Christ? What categories am I lacking? How does that limit my ability to really grasp what is being said in old and ancient writing? What are my blind spots and…
Read MoreHis Job, Her Job ~ Marriage Letters
Dear Scott, In many ways, we found our rhythm fairly easily. Deferring to one another’s strong opinions on this or that, recognizing our clear gifts in one area or another, came naturally to us. We didn’t have turf wars. You aren’t a numbers guy and don’t claim to be, so it doesn’t make sense…
Read MoreA Scene I Wish I Could Put On Repeat ~ Five Minute Friday
The ottoman was covered with playing cards as the boy and the girl sat across from each other on the floor, giggling. The youngest bounced on the couch, watching, interjecting, and sneaking cards out of the pile. “Oh man! You got my king!” she lamented. “Wait a minute. I’m going to swap that card. Here,…
Read MoreIt’s Okay To Stop Praying ~ Life Unmasked
I stood slowly after the closing prayer. The long sit on hard wooden pews had stiffened my muscles. I rubbed my back as I slid sideways into the aisle. My mother-in-law motioned me to stay put. “I’ll go get the kids.” As I gathered up Bibles, papers, and bags, an older lady approached. “Joy, I…
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