How Great Thou Part

The past few months since the finalization of my divorce haven’t worked out quite the way I expected. It honestly, has left me at a loss for words.  Not because I didn’t still have a story to tell but because it was no longer the way I wanted to present it. And not because it’s…

I remember memorizing my childhood steps. My mom was sadly unaware this day had come. As the memories left her – they came towards us. I felt my foundation crumbling. The door to this emotional sanctuary slamming shut and forever exiling a part of me. Scratch that. Banishing a part of my family lost forever. More…

I am listening to one of my favorite speakers. I hang on every word. My body wilts with relief as stress exits and a sense of optimism bubbles to the surface. There is nothing like a dose of ‘positivity’ to water down the fears. Yet this particular moment in time, I am struck by the…

Do you remember the first time your mom dropped you off at school? You cling to her leg with tears streaming down your face. And whimper… Please don’t leave me? This place looks scary? Why can’t I stay with you? But your mom promises if you just stick it out it will be worth it.…

There’s nothing newsworthy about siblings or people who love one another arguing. But when you are reality television celebrities it seems all is fair in love and war. First, let’s stare down the saddest of the sister sling’s – “You’re the least exciting to look at.” Nothing could be further from the truth. All of the…

Ask any parent of divorce their greatest heartache and they will tell you it’s their children’s suffering. Ask any child of divorce their greatest heartache and they will likely spare their parent’s the truth. I’ve ridden both sides of this heartache. In many ways, making it worse knowing exactly the type of pain my children…

When we are in the thick of it, slinging the mud of adversity we pray for help. And we pray and we pray. I did. I prayed until I wondered if I was praying properly. Should I ask God to help me get through this? Should I thank God for helping me get through this?…

Some years back we were vacationing in Myrtle Beach. My youngest son was just seven years old at the time. The day was beginning when we sat down to read a chapter in his CCD book. During my own childhood, the most I witnessed of CCD were the kids racing to the classrooms after Sunday…

It’s undeniable many of our relationship decisions are rooted in our childhood. And yes, it’s good to learn about why we make the choices we make, what influences shaped us, etc. But sometimes we just need to cut ourselves a break.  We were babies after all. At least the majority of us, when we were making…

I listen and it sounds all too familiar. A mother I know can’t stop beating herself up. Will her children suffer permanently since they don’t see their father enough? Will her son be okay without a present male influence in his life? Are her children experiencing typical adolescent angst or is it a result of…

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