Sunday, April 12, 2026

Anniversary Poem, 2026

Taken off of Google Images
“In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of your faith - more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire - may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.” -1 Peter 2:6-7


Cherry Red Vows

I choose you
For richer or poorer,
In sickness and health,
For better or worse,
‘Til death do we part.

A scarred Blacksmith
Stands beside water and a furnace,
Two sheaves of steel in hand -
Both reflecting an image of their Creator-
Lying their heads upon the anvil
Ready to be hammered.

Fairy tales bow before
The realities of life.
Happily ever after not
Fought in a day;
But on the moment by moment
Daily submitting to the duress
Of the Blacksmith’s swage.

In fire and pressure,
He punches through
The individual impurities,
Drifting through their separate stories.
In their yielding to His will,
He welds their purposes into one.

The annealed heart pliable
To His mind,
Trials becomes the forge
In which tempering proves
His peace for each piece of steel.
Together, the Damascus blade
Finished with lines that mirror
The love of the Master Craftsman.

In the endurance of pain
Within the praise of His twisting,
May the glory of His Name
Usher an unfailing faith,
A persevering hope:
A joy having its perfect work
Unveiling a consistent
And an unconditional love,
Initially scarfed by the Blacksmith’s staff.



Blacksmithing terminology:

  • Cherry red: optimal temperature (1,500-1,600 degrees F) for which to forge metal
  • Anvil: the metal “block” which steel lays while being hammered into its desired form
  • Swage: a tool used for shaping the metal
  • Punching and Drifting: creating holes and reshaping the metal
  • Twisting: Rotating one part of the metal while holding the other, often for decorative purposes
  • Scarfing: tapering the ends of two metals, readying them for a forge weld
  • Forge welding: heating two pieces metal to a white-hot temperature and hammering them together
  • Annealing: Heating metal and allowing it to cool slowly, so the metal is softer and more workable
  • Tempering: reheating hardened steel to a lower temperature to reduce brittleness and increase toughness

 

Wednesday, April 1, 2026

One Foot in Front of the Other

I feel alone.
I feel my mind constantly
Analyzing, deciphering,
Wondering when joy will come.
My heart heavy,
Yet I fear it’s too much
To carry for you.
I know the mountain
On your shoulders;
Would my pains be the brick
To make you fall?

Putting one foot
In front of the other,
Persevering for the moment,
But silently screaming.
Don’t know if I should cry
For help; will anyone hear?
I’m tired of fighting
Life’s curses that endlessly come.
I’m tired of struggling
With where I stand
In my worth and purpose.

If He can feed the sparrows,
If He can clothe the earth,
If He can hold the world in His hands,
Then maybe my heart isn’t too heavy.
Even if alone -
I will run to Him.

Attempting my best, yet
Still not good enough.
And yet, I wonder…
Do you think the same of me?
When we said our vows,
What dreams did we
Refrain to speak;
What fears retracted
To not bring judgment?
Can we love one another
Beyond how we meet
The other’s contracted expectations?

How do we choose
To want the other while hiding
The pains that remain lurking?
How do we acknowledge
Where we may cause hurt,
And where can we, in turn,
Bring healing?
How do we support
When the other is weak?
How do we encourage
When one is distraught?
How do we desire reaching
One another’s hand
At a given moment?
How do we hope, believe and love
No matter the season?

If He can feed the sparrows,
If He can clothe the earth,
If He can hold the whole world in His hands,
Then maybe our hearts aren’t too heavy…
Maybe we can
-Together -
Run to Him.
Maybe the burdens we hide
Can become light
In His presence.

Monday, March 9, 2026

A Mother's Poetry: The Breather Needed

A thick pillow

Crushed with the stress

Carried silently and constantly.

In its gripping,

Releasing oxytocin

To relieve the badgering tension.

Pools spill from my pupils

In moments…

Enough to recover

Before I go out again.


I should be filled with joy,

But sometimes I need

To catch my breath,

Regain my strength,

Remember hope

That I can continue

To love fully.


In a moment,

I just need reassurance

That my yoke can be laid beside

A Holy Altar.

That I do not cherish this new life

Alone.

That I’m doing all I can;

What I accomplish is enough.


But I need that moment.

For if I try to sustain my strength

Within my own means, I fail.

I suffer - ever trying to not

Doom my child to be wounded

In the same manner I had.

I wonder if I

O V E R C O M P E N S A T E.


Breathe.

Pray.

Regain composure.

Remember hope.

Suture my Shield.

Enter the home full of Love,

Strengthened and encouraged

To pour out Heaven

Upon this little one.


Monday, February 16, 2026

The Exhaustion of PPD

     I’m tired of being tired. An intense, ceaseless dread undermines the foundation where gratitude for this new chapter supposed to lay. I’m tired physically, mentally, and sometimes spiritually. I’m tired of measuring my good days based on how productive I am. Am I even present in the moment?
     But it’s hard to stay in the moment’s joy, consistently. Too much has happened, scarring my neurological wiring…believing constantly that danger hides at the next corner. I’m tired of being anxious. Trying to prepare for coming growth, but the mind is hyper-vigilant and overcompensates by discarding excitement and adopting a leering foreboding.
     I’m tired of being lonely. Realizing that one family consisted of mere acquaintances; their care only present as long as there was a physical need. However, when the need was friendship - when presence couldn’t be promised - they gave space for silence at the wrong time. They knew, but didn’t check in. Were they truly empathetic or was their care only a requirement of the position and clock?
     I’m tired of being in survival mode. What happened to the settling down in ‘settling down’? The days of dreaming have been replaced with daily agenda catalogs. The adventure has become a monotonous schedule, and because of the constant fear, I quickly deplete of any motivation. If it isn’t anxiety or busyness felt, it is numb. I wish I could have peace. I wish I could have joy.
     I miss the warmth of my husband’s embrace at night. Is healthy love truly “boring”? Is making a home just about having a lifelong roommate? I’m tired of feeling weak, needing to ask for help. My man is also worn, and so both of us know we need to support one another, but already exasperated. We assist as we can; but we become more weathered. Maybe I was disillusioned with the desire to have grand stories to tell my children. The world preaches that the domestic lacks the fervor that other careers or travel can bring. I’m still learning to submit to the purpose of being at home, when I’ve spent so much time finding my worth outside of it.
     It is wise to take each moment breath by breath. However, I’m tired of feeling like this mountain fails to reveal its chateau of peace. For every new milestone - every instance of praise lasts but a second before my mind begins to race as it prepares for the next leg of the journey. When can I finally rest? Dumping responsibilities, tunneled vision for the next task, I fail to enjoy the hope that waits for me. God, come to my rescue; and quicken the pace!

Saturday, January 24, 2026

Lessons of a Newly-wed


     Only close to two years married.  By no means a sage of wisdom on this matter, but here are a few things God has been teaching me.

Your spouse is your partner, not your project. Life is not going to be perfect, and after marriage, there will be more to see of one’s flaws and vices than what may have been known during the courtship period. Thing is, we aren’t supposed to be in a relationship with someone in hopes that they eventually become a person we can build a life with. We date them, because we believe we can build a life with them. If we are trying to build a relationship with someone, in order that they may fit our image, then the truth is the relationship is going to be self-serving, and the other person will feel like they never measure up or are being used. Neither feeling shouts love.

Marriage is not an escape from your past. What issues - whether it’s recent or been a long time - will creep into your marriage. Especially when wounds haven’t totally been healed. Often we marry someone, as a reflection (familiarity) or a response (wanting something different) to our own child-rearing years. Triggers - whether it be a tone, behavior or phrase - can come swinging at any moment. It can become tempting to see your spouse as a perpetuator of any abused incurred in life. The challenge is to look at a conflict at all different perspectives and evaluate. Easier said than done. But knowing that your past can influence your present helps to inform your role and responsibility.

Healing from the past comes from your response to present triggers. Triggers inform our bodies and minds that we are in danger. However, when these triggers occur in a safe setting, it’s important to breathe, and see the situation for what it is (to clarify, I’m not negating the REAL concern of abusive relationships…take that evidence and address it, as much as you can). Healing comes in knowing that you can find yourself in a disagreement or conflict and realize there isn’t anything to fear. And when you work through the trigger and find a safe place, healing can happen. It is ok if it is a process.

Your spouse is going to fail you. No person is perfect, but there is a special kind of pain when it comes from family. There is an unspoken agreement that the person who you decided to spend the rest of your life with won’t harm you. Thing is, it’s going to happen; you’ll get hurt. Seeking for the intention and effectively communicating needs without accusation will encourage grace and growth. Secondly, we must remember that we, ourselves, are prone to sin and, unfortunately, will fall to sin.  We will fail our spouse, too.  If we want mercy, then we should be merciful. This doesn’t excuse behavior, or seek to never address it, but it does mean that in addressing a matter, the hope is to work towards reconciliation.

Remind yourself why you love -and like - this person. I wonder if gratitude is the emotional glue for marriages. Bringing these things to mind helps bring joy in the good times, and perseverance for the hard times. It restores a relationship and encourages the emotion of, “THIS is why I chose you!”

Boundaries are grace in action. Often, boundaries has been a term high jacked to blur controlling the individual. However, boundaries are just stipulating what is acceptable for YOUR own self, and the steps YOU will resume to accommodate their choice of behavior. It protects from being bulldozed, but it also allows a person the freedom to choose what they want to do.

Marriage is a journey, not a destination. Getting to the wedding is just the start. Which means that there is a whole lotta growing before getting old!! Different years and chapters still bring in new things and focuses. The power of marriage is staking the ground and growing together - and that is a long-haul process. And remember, it’s not just about them growing; it is just as much about your sanctification in self-reflection, too.

Have safeguards. What lines do you and your spouse agree on to help guard its sanctity? The devil loves ALL KINDS of tampering…including adultery, disagreement, and encouraging insecurities. What “rules” are in place to keep your marriage healthy and growing in health? (KEY: respect, how it looks and sounds like is a huge indicator).

Healthy communication skills are a must. Engage in telling your spouse what’s going on in your head; don’t expect them to read your mind. Also, employ healthy forms and put away the unhealthy (blaming, put-downs, dismissals). “When this happens, I feel this, because…” Hear one another out. There are two perspectives on the same problem, be open to seeing things from a distant vantage point. Navigate when it is something to address or when it is time to let go (easier said than done; a lot of asking God for help in this department). Focus on the objective, not just make personal jabs. And as important as it is to address the negative things (conflict), also remember to mention the positives (gratitude).

Keep loving on and being respectful to the person as much as you can, even when you don’t feel like it. In marriage, we desire to feel loved, but it is important to practicing loving our spouse, even when they fail in being loving towards us. Yes, we can all cite Ephesians 5…but we are not released of our vows and responsibility to love, in spite of how well or negligent our spouse loves us. Above all, we still love our spouse, even in their lack, because we are honoring Jesus while doing so. Be mindful of differing love languages. Many confused feelings occur, because one spouse is loving the other as they understand love, and yet, they aren’t speaking the same language. Learn how your spouse receives love best.

Grow in a secure attachment with Jesus. Being loved is a REAL need. On the topic of finding out that your spouse is unfortunately, NOT the perfect image of Jesus, they will fail you. In their failure, it will be an easy temptation to question if you married the right person. Diving into having a healthy and thriving relationship with Jesus will help bring balance, but more so, an ability to persevere in love when it’s hard to do. Again, easier said than done. Especially, if you have insecure attachments with previous relationships, whether it be family, social or romantic.

Find opportunities to stay engaged and flirty. Not about the grandiose gestures, although, that is nice. Different chapters will require different adjustments. But finding the little things that can be done on a regular basis helps tell your spouse you still want them. A simple kiss, holding their hand…other physical flirting brings a smile while in the mundane.

Be aware of what is within your responsibility, your history, and how it influences the now. Your past does shape your present, and your present shapes your future. No one gets married holding an empty suitcase; not even the ones who come from the healthiest families. Recognize the wounds you may carry, how it affects your perspective, responses and expectations. Building safety in a marriage will take time, and that’s ok. Where you find an incongruence, take the proper steps to amend the outcome. And sometimes, the outcome is more about you than the situation, but that is case to case.  It’s not always your spouse that needs fixing for things to carry on. 

Get a circle of friends that you both can mutually trust. A rule of thumb I like to have: as a woman, I won’t talk to another woman whom I’m not comfortable with her husband knowing that information. Even if confidentiality is practiced, I act as if both spouses will know. Find people who will support BOTH of you in your marriage. Willing to see both sides, where both sides can be heard. That the couples you pick will fight for you in prayer and in friendship. Not everyone can fit this…some people carry their own trauma, others will naturally be biased (i.e. parents), others lack experience. The biases often can persuade a negative opinion of one, even if it’s unfair to do so.

Find godly wisdom from a healthy, long lived marriage. Speaking on experience, it’s best to find a couple who have lived holding onto those vows through thick and thin on the LONG HAUL. The irony of writing a blog on marital lessons as a newlywed isn’t lost. But in writing this, I’m trying to remind myself, for when there will be hard times. Some of the things I’m writing are things I’m learning, as I go, but others are wisdom gleaned from married vets. On the note of younger couples, it’s not wrong to ask them to pray for you. But they are not likely toto ask for advice.

Pray for your spouse. It’s easy to pray for a spouse while they are in their weakness. For “their” good, but really, to better “your” life. Maybe their vice truly is a sin, but I have been challenged to pray for certain areas, not just for how it affects me, but for their sake. Not in a sort of religious way - “if they could just this together, they’d be more godly” - but rather, seeking God’s wholeness and healing for THEM.

God isn’t going to send someone who is exactly just like you. No…in His humor and wisdom, you’ll often marry someone who has a different personality, temperament, sometimes even perspective. It’s all about how where one is strong where the other has a weakness. We’re not called to tear them down in that area, but rather, help encourage and build up. Sometimes, what you accomplish together is more expansive than apart, because the different variables pull in different gifts and interests.


Wednesday, December 10, 2025

Hey There, (De)Lila

 Hey there, Delilah
What’s it like to be in heaven?
Is it more beautiful
Than what was written
In scrolls found from long ago?
I can only imagine what you see.

Hey there, Delilah
What’s it like to be in His presence
And become His Man’s best friend?
God, we miss her so…
Please hold her close.

Oh, what you did to me…
Oh what you did for me…
When I was alone,
You were there for me.
Oh what you did for me…
What you meant to me…

For a sum of years,
You brought joy to my life,
Now I must say goodbye.
I miss how you curled up in my arms,
Always stood by my side,
Barked with excitement at my sight.
I wish the earth wasn’t so cruel
But I won’t play the fool:
I know you are without pain
And this ain’t the end.
So, I wish you well, my friend.
As you run, please tell
Our loved ones, “Hello”,
From us.

Oh, what you did to me…
What you meant to me…
Oh, The tears I weep!
The pain
I can’t deny
What you will always mean
My dear, Lila.

*parodied from "Hey There, Delilah." Plain White T's. 2006.

Friday, November 14, 2025

Loving You in Your Weakness

The hardest thing
About loving you
Is while you are in your weakness.
I had this ideal
That you would heal
The wounds buried in my soul.
Yet, in your humanity,
You have revealed
Your brokenness.

I hoped love would fix
The flaws I carried
Within my identity;
That your affection would make
Me a believer
Anything was possible.
But the ring proved itself
To be a mirror.

How much of my desire
Was, in fact and fruit, lust?
A longing to be worshipped;
And would your affirmation be enough?
But Love is not self-centered.
We all fail, and Its proof remains
When we remember
The dust from which we came.

So...will I remember
To carry you when the world
Sits upon your shoulders
For eternity?
Will I learn to bring encouragement
When critics await their chance
To jab at your hidden fears?
Will I pray for you while you fight
Unspoken battles you will not share?

May I
Hope in times of despair,
Believe in times of doubt,
Provide in times of lack
Until we utter our last..
For if God could look upon
Our sin, and desire
Grace for our immortality,
Then may I continue to hold
Joy in the presence
Of your face in my life,
Whether in darkness or light.