Author: Kayfromhome
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On Days I Feel Orphaned

On the days I feel orphaned And family feels far away And friends feel like friends, with their own lives and their own kin with their own traditions, and “seats” at their own childhood tables… On the days I feel orphaned And the idea of family feels far-fetched, And the Matthews / Tanner families mock…
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Unconditional, uncontrollable love.

God is a God of unconditional love. Have you ever heard that? Unconditional love sounds thrilling in theory, but in the everyday, the golden rule… rules. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” We don’t set out to be selfish in love, but if we’re not looking out for ourselves, there’s…
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The days are long and by all accounts, unproductive.

The days are long and by all accounts, unproductive, now that I’m a mother. Mother. MOTHER. I am someone’s mother. How is this real life? I am both deeply annoyed and disproportionately amazed that these are my days now. Amazed that I’m living in answered prayer, but annoyed and honestly, aghast that it’s not anything…
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An answer to Anxiety

I do not know what tomorrow holds; whether treasure or terror. Yet, I know this: Today, I have my husband to hold close. Today, I have my health and rest long and easy. Today, I have my daughter asleep against my chest. Today, I have a home, filled with love and laughter. Today, I have…
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Daniel, Year Who Knows?

The years are adding up, my love. The days run together like my sentences; no breath or pause between the todays, tomorrows and yesterdays. We’ve watched each other grow up. How cool is that? What would 18 year old Daniel have said if he knew what time would reveal? We’ve learned on each other. Your…
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Replete with rambles.

One of the hardest things I have ever experienced as a Christian is reconciling what it is I want to do, with what it is I know I should do.
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Flown, Not Grown

As a native born Hawaiian who is 7 years into my pilgrimage to the continental United States, my ethnic background is often reduced to stereotypical and characterized Hawaiiana.
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Not that resolute.

This New Year was not that resolute. It was something softer than that. Cozy even. Daniel and I spent the last hours of 2023 with dear friends listening to early 2000’s hip hop, playing board games, and praying we didn’t collectively fall asleep during Mario Party. It was a mish mash of good people doing…
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No one told me I was average.

No one told me I was average. Not once. I grew up under the shadow of Great Potential. (The less obvious, more pathetic follow up to Great Expectations) I was 4 years old when I tested into private boarding school. “One of 10 out of 10,000” my mom used to say. I was speaking in…
