No SuperMom

In honor of Mother’s Day,
here’s a post for the other 364 days…
[Originally written and published in my Kenosha News “My Turn” column]
Close-up of World's Greatest Mom--No one's perfect!

Close-up of World’s Greatest Mom–Longing to Really Deserve the Trophy

I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so ugly.

At least as far as “dustables” go: Those trinkets you put on your shelf that just sit, collect dust, and look pretty?

Well, this one does the first two, but NOT that last.

No, this was something only a REALLY good friend would give you, knowing you’d laugh every time you saw it. Continue reading

When You Spoiled the Easter Egg Hunt

 

When You Spoiled the Easter Egg Hunt

When You Spoiled the Easter Egg Hunt  (Photo Credit: Compilation of photos [w/o text] from Visual Hunt by St0rmz/CC BY-SA and  -mtnoxx-/CC BY-NC)

 

I’ll never forget the look on her face.

I was five, and we were on a school field trip, an Easter party at a park.

So far it had been a fantastic morning. Continue reading

Stuck on the Draft: When You’re Caught in a Holding Pattern

Stuck on The Draft--When You're Caught in a Holding Pattern

Stuck on The Draft

Ugghh! The draft.

Not the football one. Or the one that sends young men to war.

But the written one that sits for days, weeks, months, years, waiting to be finished. That lingers in your Word docs or your file cabinet or your WordPress admin labeled “draft,” waiting for you to hit the post button.

But somehow, something’s missing and you can’t figure out what. So it loiters, haunting you.

Will you ever get me done? Continue reading

Goin’ Fishing–Lessons in Parenting

Goin' Fishing--Lessons in Parenting

Goin’ Fishing–Lessons in Parenting
Photo credit (w/o text): from Visual Hunt

 

Cisco Cotto said it one morning on Moody Radio Chicago:

What if we showed as much patience at home as we do fishing?”

I’ll admit, I’ve not fished a lot.

Okay, maybe twice. Continue reading

A Story of Loss on a Day of Love: When All Your Plans Go Awry

Be Mine: I wanted to be her Valentine

I wanted to be her Valentine

I wanted to be her Valentine.

A wonderful group of college peers had pulled together enough cash to let me fly home to see her. Back then, tickets were cheaper if you bought them 17 days in advance, so I counted my days and bought my ticket.

For Valentine’s Day.

Bags packed, I had a plan. My newlywed husband would drive me to school, we’d attend chapel, then he’d put me on a plane, and I’d surprise her as her Valentine. Or maybe she would be mine.

Ahhh…best laid plans and all of that… Continue reading

When God Cried…

Christ in the Storm

Christ in the Storm

Jesus wept!

Not what you usually expect to read around Christmas. Or on New Year’s. But honestly, Christ didn’t leave His glorious heaven and come to this earth as a baby because this world was easy.

Sin brought pain. Death. And not just for those who are at that moment sinning.

The whole earth groans under the ache, all waiting for Christ’s return to free us once and for all from the horrid weight. The mass. That steals life and joy and peace.

So when Jesus came as that tiny baby, He knew what He was coming to. And when He grew to be a man, even though He knew He had a plan, had a way to rescue us, in fact WAS the Way, He still stood at the grave of Lazarus — and wept.

Today I went to a funeral. Of a four-year-old. And though we know without a doubt that that precious child is now in heaven with Jesus, my heart breaks for the parents as I know their hearts are broken. They have loved Christ. Served Him. Followed Him.

But today they buried their son.

There are no words.

And God knows! Because it is not just Jesus who weeps. But the Spirit.

“For we do not know how to pray as we should,
but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.” (Romans 8:26)

Perhaps there are others out there tonight who are desperate with pain. Wondering why. And how.

How it happened…How to keep going…

Come to Him. To Jesus. He is a big enough God to handle your questions. Your emotions. Big enough to hold you in the midst of it all.

We do not always understand what He allows, but we can trust His arms.

Years ago, in the midst of a devastating loss of my own, I wrote this poem. I pray that in sharing it today, it will bring peace and comfort to someone who desperately needs it. For “just as the sufferings of Christ are ours in abundance, so also our comfort is abundant through Christ.” (2 Cor. 1:5)

With Him

For many years, I walked with Him

and talked with Him

and wept with Him.

I sang to Him

and whispered secrets to Him

and listened to His precious words.

I leaned on Him,

and He was my Strength and Shield,

my Friend and Savior,

my Lord.

 

And then the bomb hit;

and in shock,

I sobbed against His chest.

Quietly, He wrapped His arms around me

and, stroking my shaking head,

let me cry.

 

Soon the tears dried,

just long enough for the anger to rise.

“It isn’t fair!” I screamed.

“You could have stopped it!”

And with each syllable and each word,

I pounded on His chest,

demanding a response

with the rivers flowing down my cheeks once more.

“You had the power.

You could have stopped it.

Why, God; why?!”

Quietly, He stood

and, with tears in His eyes,

let me pound.

 

As my anger was spent,

and my fists grew tired,

I collapsed against Him,

silent,

knowing He was my only Hope.

Quietly, He picked me up,

whispered, “I Love You,”

and, cradling me in His arms,

let me rest.

 

Some day I shall again walk with Him,

and talk with Him,

and weep with Him.

Some day I shall again sing to Him,

and whisper secrets to Him,

but for now, I rest in His arms

as He carries me over these rough sands of life.

He does not rebuke me for my sorrow

Nor condemn me for my anger.

He just holds me

     and understands me

     and whispers His love for me.

One day He will again set me on my feet,

and we will fight the battles together;

but for now,

in His arms,

   He lets me sleep.

–by His grace, ©Elizabeth Daghfal

 

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When the winter’s been too long… and even the evergreens are brown!

As it’s April and I’m walking around the house with my coat on, I thought I’d post something I wrote a few years ago but never actually published.

Will winter ever let go? On this drippy day, the words still seem to fit!

Hope the words help you find some warmth!

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Cold, cold, cold....

Cold, cold, cold….

 

Cold!

Wind!

And of course, Snow! Yes, on May 16th!!!

Anyone else notice those are 4-letter words?

and “Polar Vortex”? Well, with a [p] and a [v] AND an [x], it sure looks like one of those #!$%^#* words, doesn’t it?

Truthfully, how is it that something we all look forward to in November — the first snowfall, that chilly snap in the air, snuggling in a bulky sweater or a comfy blanket, and a sparkling White Christmas — looks so dull and mundane and monotone by March?

By May? There just aren’t words to describe it. Continue reading