Thursday, September 21, 2017

Hope for Single Mothers

by Danetta Kellar

For my dear single co-laborers in motherhood. You know who you are.

Being a single mom is hard work. 

Motherhood does not often take a vacation, get a sick day, win the lottery. Like a lioness, the single mom scours the landscape to provide for her children. She is a defender, a provider, a protector. 

She is also exhausted.

Single mothers do not have time to curl up in a ball in the corner and cry tears of self-pity. 

They are too busy caring for their children. Working. Sitting up late after the kids are sleeping, poring over bills, splicing and dicing the budget to squeeze out another dollar for necessities.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

The Promise in the Rain

by Danetta Kellar

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts. As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.” -Isaiah 55:9-11

Deep in the ancient city of North Africa, behind tall walls and heavy wooden doors, our home nestled at the end of a quiet street. Its massive courtyard was surrounded by long salons, their tiled mosaic walls lined with colorful couches and piles of plush pillows. 

Thursday, September 7, 2017

An Ever-Present Help in the Storm

by Danetta Kellar

God is our refuge and strength,
    an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
    and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam
    and the mountains quake with their surging. Psalm 46:1-3, NIV 

Tucked deep in the woods along the bend of a creek, I sat in the cozy cabin kitchen sipping my coffee. 

Pulling a fleece blanket snugly around my shoulders, I leaned back and savored a rare feeling of deep rest.

The plaintive cry of an animal outside broke the morning stillness. Assuming it was a bird, I took another bite of my toast and enjoyed the background noise of nature.

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Involuntary Worship

by Danetta Kellar

The human body has both a voluntary and an involuntary nervous system. 

Because of the involuntary nervous system, we do not have to will our hearts to beat, remember to pump our lungs for breath, or set a reminder on repeat to make sure blood flows through our veins. All of these magnificent functions and more happen deep in the silence of our miraculous body, automatically.

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Leaving Space for Unplanned Grace

by Danetta Kellar

A green sock with neon pink polka dots landed on my windshield. 

Next, a breezy sundress flew past the passenger window. Like a sudden blizzard, clothes were falling from the sky.

Slowing the car down, I turned on my wipers.

I drew back just in time to see a suitcase come toppling off a green van a few hundred yards in front of me, landing with a crash in the median. 

A black, pointy, patent-leather shoe stuck up from the tangled pile like it was trying to thumb a ride.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Letting Go of our Children

by Danetta Kellar

Leaving a legacy begins when we let go of our children. 

The words pierced my heart and left it to bleed. The string lights twinkled like stars above us, winking their assent to the truth spoken.

It was just me sitting alone in that immense warehouse-turned-cathedral while God’s spokesman, standing on the platform in shadow, aimed his word-arrows at my mother heart.

At least that is how it felt. Like I was the only one in the room with those sharp, true words.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

I Want to Be a Mary Mother but My Name is Martha



by Danetta Kellar

I saw the sticky notes while she was still sleeping in a soft pile of pink ruffled pillows. 

Finish my Lego set today. Play the piano for Daddy. Make a school room for my doll. Color a picture for Mommy. The white notes were plastered across her bookcase like little snowflakes stuck on a windowpane. Just by her head, so she would see them first thing in the morning.

My little planner is very busy. She loves to build things, gather people together, and write books. She talks about Laura and Mary like they are her sisters and wonders aloud what it would look like if her room were a loft in a Little House on the Prairie.

She is watching me, and listening. 

I can hear myself in her, see myself in her, and watch myself in her. If I am not careful, if I do not slow down soon, she will have learned very well from me how to go and go and go, to do and do and do, making list after list after list, faster and faster, until she is all grown up and I am left wishing I had shown her how to slow down and sit awhile.