Britney Lyn This morning was one of those parenting mornings. If you’re a parent, you know what I mean. The kind that makes you want to put a pillow over your head and pretend morning never happened. The kind that leaves you hustling hurriedly out of playgroup early because you’re horrified at your child(ren)’s behavior and they’re … Read more
I was eighteen and about to graduate from high school. I had been a straight-A student since preschool (Ok I lied. There was one B in grade school. I blocked it from memory.). I scored high enough on the ACT to have my pick of high-ranking universities. I could go anywhere I wanted and be … Read more
Wow. My respect for Beth Moore just shot through the roof with the letter she wrote regarding how she has been treated as a female leader in the Church. My husband asked me this evening if I’d read some letter Beth Moore wrote to men in the church. I’ve been MIA from social media today … Read more
(If you don’t like birth stories, you can skip down to the heading below) March 19, 2011: 5:15am: I wake up in pain, breath-stopping pain. This isn’t like all the trial runs. This is the real deal. 9:00am: We check into the triage room at the hospital. “Five centimeters,” they say. “FIVE?” I ask. “Only … Read more
Original poem by Britney Lyn Hamm. All rights reserved. No part of this poem may be shared without attribution or reproduced without written consent. I wish I could remember when I first wrote this poem – what was happening in life, what prompted it. Truly, I have no idea. I found it in a file … Read more
Several years back, a Mary Kay consultant came to my house. Before she left, she told me she thought I would make a good Mary Kay consultant and asked if I would be interested in joining her team. I refrained from the urge to laugh and politely told her I would think about it. Me … Read more
IV. HOME I poured my body over His My ribs, they wracked with grief Why had He come only to die, How could this be the end? If death had won what was the point? The other path it beckoned me Perhaps the wrong road had I chosen Perhaps it was time to see My … Read more
III. DEATH He brought me to my feet And lifted his shirt high He placed my hand upon his side I jerked back with a cry Tears they brimmed my stricken eyes He smiled and wiped my tear “See my child,” he whispered, “It’s by these stripes you’re healed.” Without control my tears poured down … Read more
II. ENCOUNTER Then on that path I stumbled low And fell face to the ground That voice grew louder, closer still I trembled in prostrate bow A gentle hand reached out to me And lifted my chin high And what I saw did not expect Filled was I with bewildered awe I saw a face … Read more
I began writing this story poem several years ago. Easter week seems an appropriate time to finish writing it as I reflect on the meaning of this week. I pray that reading it in each installment blesses you as much as writing it has blessed me – and don’t judge; I’m a novelist, not … Read more