Sometimes, A Mom Just Knows

Sometimes, A Mom Just Knows

There are times when a mom just knows.
She knows for example, when you are sneaking extra cookies.
She knows when you didn’t fold your socks.
She knows when something is bothering you, and it hurts on the inside.
Sometimes a mom just knows.

There are other times when a mom doesn’t know.
Times when her heart cries out, desperately seeking to know.
Times her fears attempt to drown her, because she does not know.
Times she falls on her knees because she has no other way to know.
There are times when a mom just doesn’t know.

And yes,
There are times when a mom makes mistakes.
Huge mistakes.
Catastrophic mistakes.
The kind of mistakes that her children will always know.
As will she.

A mother’s life is a path, a road of what she knows..
and what she doesn’t know…
and what she desperately wants to know.
and what she desperately wishes she did not know…

And in all that knowing and not knowing,
there are times,
little times,
when a mom just wants to call her mom,
and tell her,
all about what she knows,
and doesn’t know,
and wants to know,
and doesn’t want to know.

And then she cries.
A little.
Maybe a lot.

And the beautiful thing,
The really amazing and beautiful thing,
is that her mom,
(you see, my mom)
she’s already been there,
she already knows.

And she lets me cry.
And she makes me laugh.
And she pours out enough love to overflow,
because you see,
she is a mother to a mom.
And sometimes,
A mom just knows.

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In The Quiet

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Today’s Five Minute Friday Word: STAY

In The Quiet

The last of the smoke twirls into the air,
leaving behind a sweet fragrance that  will linger
for several hours more.


It is not a whisper, it is not a command.
It’s a request.

Suddenly, the sounds of the world around me begin to come back into focus.
I make the mistake of looking up,
and see the clock.
I try to look away from it,
yet the “tick, tock, tick, tock” begins to break into my thoughts.


I bow my head down further,
I am hungry.
A hunger I haven’t felt in weeks.
A deep hunger now spurred on by food.
These morsels of delicious, life sustaining words.
I crave more, I need more.


The sound of the clock becomes louder.
The incense has burned all the way down.
There is nothing left but ash.
The offering has been made.


Then words begin to sound from across the room.
Voices begin to filter into the quiet.
In what almost feels like defeat,
I lift my head.

From this quiet time.
This deliciously, wonderful, quiet time.
With this book.
And these verses.
And His love.
This quiet time that outlasted the burning incense.
The quiet time that outlasted the allotted time I set aside for it.
The quiet time that I have missed in recent weeks,
and did not realize,
until this moment,
how much I missed it.

Then again, I hear my urgent whisper,


I am not ready for this quiet time to end.
I am not ready to stand and face the noise of the world.
I am not ready to leave the safe haven of Him.

And before I can whisper the word once more,
He says to me,

Go, and know, I am with you Always.”

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Five Minute Friday: To See, To Look

It Is Friday Again, time for my moment of poetic creative thought inspired by Five Minute Friday! First: The Rules:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
OK, are you ready? Please give us your best five minutes on::: Look

Ready. Set. GO


To See, To Look

I wear contacts, or glasses.
Often, contacts instead of glasses.
Because of my nose.
I think glasses make my nose look bigger than what it already looks.
So yea, contacts.

I wear contacts so that I can see.
That I can look and see and function as a part of society.

But do I really see?

I see the glow from the computer screen.
I see the status messages,
the instagram pictures,
the twitter feeds.

But do I really see?

I see the dirty dishes in the kitchen.
The stack of bills on the table.
I see the stain on my shirt,
the rip in my jeans.

But do I really see?

So I stop.
I breathe.

I see the smile on my son’s face as he wakes up and sees me home.
He hugs me.
He showers me in love for all of two minutes,
two precious minutes from an 11 year old boy.


I see my husband with appreciation fixing my coffee this morning.
I see with loving hands, he pours my cup,
adds some cream,
and brings it to me.
Appreciation because he knows this morning I am tired.
And so he pours his love on me,
with a soft touch by his hand on my hair,
and his gentle service at serving my morning coffee.


I see the beauty of God’s creation this morning as I drive to the chiropractor.
I see the sun, barley risen,
rays darting from between clouds.
I see colors that my camera simply cannot capture.
Colors of pinks, golds, reds.
I see these miraculous rays of light hit the tops of the trees,
and the orange leaves explode with early morning color.
The sky crisp.
The air crisp.


I wear contacts to see.
The Holy Spirit in my heart allows me to LOOK.


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