Uncategorized / 12.07.2016

You know those pictures of mother and daughter on her wedding day? The ones where mother lovingly dresses her daughter. Buttoning her gown. Tying her bow. Pinning her hair. And the mother. She's as beautiful as she's ever been. Except for maybe the day she got married. That's what I said when I was shopping for my mother of the bride dress with Em. "I want to be as beautiful as I've ever been." The day my only daughter would marry. I'd been mother of the groom just a month before. I wanted to be pretty that day too. But it was the bride's...

Uncategorized / 20.06.2016

Two are better than one,because they have a good return for their labor:If either of them falls down,one can help the other up.But pity anyone who fallsand had no one to help them up.Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.But how can one keep warm alone?Though one may be overpowered,two can defend themselves.A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.~Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 When I decided to make my dream of an annual women's retreat a reality, I knew I couldn't do it alone. So I prayed for friends who wanted to help . . . and waited. Lo and behold, one day...

Uncategorized / 25.02.2016

My eyes well up with tears, as I stare at his photo. I can hardly think about him without tears these days.  There’s nothing quite so tender as a momma’s heart for her child. Whether he’s twenty months or twenty years, the thought of her beloved takes a mom to a sweet, yet vulnerable place. Place her child under some sort of trial or distress, and a mother’s vulnerability and tenderness multiplies exponentially. How is it a mother feels everything her child feels but stronger? My “child" is far away from me right now. Out of touch indefinitely. I spin my globe...

Uncategorized / 10.02.2016

Mom’s bike sat there in the garage, virtually untouched. Every time we’d visit, I glared at it. It taunted me, a reminder of difficult days. Love is a battlefield.~Pat Benatar The barn at the Winsome Retreat. KIM: Mom and Dad’s marriage had known those battlefields. They fought hard and were victorious in the end. Their love won. But that bike. It was like a scar. Mom had bought it while she and Dad were separated. It was hard for me to accept the image of her bike riding down the beach boardwalk while all our hearts had sat at home, broken. They reunited long ago, and...

Uncategorized / 31.01.2016

So I'll just begin by saying . . yes, I host a retreat. And yes, I would love for you to attend. But honestly, that's not really what this post is about. No, this is about you and why you need a retreat. For the sake of clarity, let me define what I mean by a retreat. This definition will do . . . "a quiet and secluded place in which one can rest and relax." Your soul needs this place. And probably more than once a year. If you haven't taken this kind of focused time for yourself (or if it's been more than a year since you...

Uncategorized / 30.10.2015

I think one of the most wonderful truths about God is that His mercy never ends. It's also one of the hardest for me to believe.  I've never known anyone to love like that. A perfect God always patiently enduring and responding to both my unintentional guffaws and my totally intentional slights with mercy? I have to tell my heart over and over that it's true.  In my inner court, I arrive guilty too many times to receive mercy yet again. Surely, this time He will say something to the effect of "I've told you a thousand times, and here you are again. This...