A Moment in St. Arden from There Are Two Sides written and read by Jenny Wendel

When you feel unseen because you’re always the one behind the camera—when you’re waving goodbye from the driveway as they leave with a car full of chatty girlfriends—remember this:

Your presence is part of the reason for the smile you’re trying so hard to capture.

I will sing along with you…

I notice.

My heart takes a deep breath,
and my soul replies in exhale,
“Good Morning, Lord.”

There is a moment—sometimes quiet, sometimes overwhelming—when everything changes.

Do you really believe the peace of God is possible for you?

I never thought freedom from anxiety was possible.

There was a season of my life when bedtime felt anything but restful.

I used to think rest looked like a hammock on the beach.

You don’t have to see the whole path to take the next step.

Sometimes the roots beneath our relationships are not as healthy as we think they are.

Have you ever looked in the mirror and only seen everything that is wrong with you?

As I was considering what to write this week for Mother’s Day, I started thinking about the depth of my roots in my Christian faith. 

I remember sitting in my counseling office. The lamp on my desk was the only light in the room.

My cousins and I sometimes say we cut our teeth on the church pews.

I’m a writer. 

I have been for as long as I can remember. 

I stood up from my chair as the worship band hit the first note of the invitation song. It was Easter Sunday morning.

Israel referred to God as “the God who has been my shepherd all my life long.”

Hurry up and wait.

Like the reflection of your face on the water…