Lately, regrets have ravaged me. Stupid decisions I made years ago. Hurts I’ve held onto. Labels that have either been placed on me or that I place on myself. As these moments snowball in my mind; as they get bigger and more painful, I feel quite silenced. Brooke, your testimony has been tainted by your … Continue reading Scars
But whatever gain I had, I counted as loss for the sake of Christ. Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ and … Continue reading Surrender
Truth be told, I’m weary. Weary in a way that sinks in deeply and is not alleviated by a nap. Since removing my garage doors and replacing them with massive windows, those driving by can now see clearly into my life. But when the sun goes down and Kyle can no longer stand to have … Continue reading Come and See
Tonight I found myself wandering barefoot from chair to chair in my church taking photos of worship during a rehearsal. While zooming in on Miss Jan’s hands on the keyboard, I noticed I was standing on wet carpet. I immediately assumed there was a leak before quickly remembering that this was where my girls, and … Continue reading Faith and Nothing Else
My name is Brooke, I am a recovering night owl. For the past two years I have developed better sleeping patterns than what had been in place for the previous 15, but lately I’ve been throwing that practice to the wild dogs. A few months ago Kyle said, “you just enjoy being engaged with the … Continue reading Waste Time Wisely
For anyone in that boat today…God did not settle on your kids. Again, not saying I know His thoughts, but I’m assuming He did not say, “eh, I know this one deserves a more crafty mom, but I don’t feel like magnificently orchestrating this connection so let’s just throw you in (eeny-meeny-miny-mo) that womb. Continue reading God did not settle on you.
Yes, I have tried to keep Him in sight as I have pursued these things, but how often do I feel Him saying, “Brooke just put it down and look at me.” “Just stop striving and trust me.” “Just be still.” And I don’t. Continue reading All the wrong things…
For a moment, think about all the tasks your hands do as a mother… ….. ….. ….. Okay stop! You’re brain is probably being overloaded right now. Wiping faces off, fixing clothing, moving teeny hairs, putting shoes back on (of course this is just while taking family photos). Your hands hits that alarm clock, dress … Continue reading Her Hands Are Busy
Well…here are all (AKA some of those thoughts) I told you I’d write. My oldest daughter has officially been dunked in the water. There are days that I see people baptized and it moves me to tears and excitement…and although I am thrilled for Hads, more than anything I feel the weight (and joy) of … Continue reading When the Lights Go Out
Haddi is starting a flower shop. She has precisely 31 little sprouts today. Last month she loathed me because I wouldn’t let her start an animal shelter in our backyard. I’m a much bigger fan of the flower shop. But 31 isn’t enough. She insists we buy more seeds, more soil, and more of the … Continue reading Expect Miracles
