“Beneath the surface, these are also stories of a mother.
A mother who worries and rails in frustration. A mother who desperately wants to be assured all will be well. A mother who wants to feel and know God’s presence is with her. A mother who is learning to trust.”
This has so much impact. And such a tender interpretation of the weathering situation, beautiful. So glad you are safe; sending love and light through this intense weather season!
I loved the opening story, Kim. Even though I know it was a scary time. It warmed my heart to think of that bus full of kids finding refuge in your church. Hope you all stay safe!!
“Whatever storms you are living through — loss and grief, a new diagnosis, wrestling with your vocation, questioning your faith — may you find another soul to sit with you, to have their heart beat next to yours, and in the silence and darkness hear God whisper to you: you are not alone.” AMEN!! So good. And I LOVE that Wendell Berry poem.
“Beneath the surface, these are also stories of a mother.
A mother who worries and rails in frustration. A mother who desperately wants to be assured all will be well. A mother who wants to feel and know God’s presence is with her. A mother who is learning to trust.”
This has so much impact. And such a tender interpretation of the weathering situation, beautiful. So glad you are safe; sending love and light through this intense weather season!
Loved this! So much truth!! And I’m SO glad you’re okay. Praying for continued safety. 💗
Your Mothering Spirit piece left me breathless. I just sent it to my mom. You’re a wonderful writer, Kim.
I loved the opening story, Kim. Even though I know it was a scary time. It warmed my heart to think of that bus full of kids finding refuge in your church. Hope you all stay safe!!
That tornado sounds so scary! And saving that ziti recipe.
“Whatever storms you are living through — loss and grief, a new diagnosis, wrestling with your vocation, questioning your faith — may you find another soul to sit with you, to have their heart beat next to yours, and in the silence and darkness hear God whisper to you: you are not alone.” AMEN!! So good. And I LOVE that Wendell Berry poem.