I recently spent several hours with part of a group of friends I have been blessed to know my entire life. Childhood friends. The ones who loved me when my hair looked like this:
It is time for me to systematically study scripture with my own brain. Time to let it root deeply in me and grow something meaningful in my life. Time to invite the Biblical text to speak into my life in a new way. Time to listen to God’s voice with my own spiritual ears, as I practice knowing what God’s voice has already said through the inspired words of the Bible.
In the past few years, I have found myself in the middle of some beautiful friendships with women from all over the world. Right here in the red-neck, rough-neck, oil patch of West Texas, people are coming from far and wide to work in the petroleum industry, bringing spouses and children and diversity right to us on an exquisite silver platter of opportunity. I’ll be honest: these women and their families are my very favorite part of Midland right now.
The Mommy Haze of young motherhood is slowly clearing from my view. The clearing has been slow-going, and so subtle and gradual that I almost missed it.
If you have ever been a young mother, you know The Mommy Haze of which I speak. It is a faint fogging of the fringes and side spaces of your brain which make you forget when you last showered or whether you brushed your teeth this morning. Continue reading “The Mommy Haze”