A Holy Shift

I descended the stairs, immediately irritated by what was awaiting me with each scream originating from my 15-year-old son. Great, I muttered as the uninvited stench rose to greet my nose. Luke, my son with profound special needs, required yet another diaper change – a chore that was becoming increasingly able to grate my very last nerve over the past few weeks as his father recovered from shoulder surgery – a recovery period that did not allow for diaper changes.

I opened the door slightly and held my breath. The third of the day so far. My least favorite job in the whole world.

I did what was necessary – cleaned my big 15-year-old man child, and as I prepared to leave, he reached for my face, met my eyes and sang in his sweet jumbled way,

Oh God you are my God, and I will ever praise you.

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Our Easter Celebration

Easter was intentional this year.

Usually it’s the hustle and bustle and mom’s stressed and no one is listening and we’re trying to get ready for church in our perfectly matching outfits, and I’m making a big meal and we’re hardly at all focused on the resurrection of our Lord and Savior and instead we’re (MOM) focused on making sure everything looks just perfectly so. Continue reading “Our Easter Celebration”