Play as a Spiritual Practice (A Guest Post and a Giveaway)

“I hate my body,” he said, as he curled up in pain on the couch. “I don’t know why it gives me such a hard time.”
I looked at my son and felt a twist in my stomach; that helpless feeling I am beginning to know so well. I sat down beside him and smoothed the hair back from his forehead, pressed my lips into that mass of red locks.
Later, we would end up in the ER, awaiting surgery. Again. His third in a year’s time—more than his mother has had in her lifetime.
Some seasons, this broken world sweeps like a tidal wave over our neat little lives, leaving so much debris in its wake. All our carefully laid plans are strewn about like flotsam, and we are left feeling the same—unmoored, wrecked.

During such times, it would be easy to give in to despair. 

I’m guest-posting over at Jen Ferguson’s place for the Soli Deo Gloria Sisterhood! Will you join me over there? She’s giving a way a copy of Playdates with God: Having a Childlike Faith in a Grown-up World.

I’m blogging for 31 days with the Nester on:


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