September 12, 2018 KimHarms 1Comment

Sometimes when I walk through hard things, I have a picture in my mind of what I’m learning and how I’m growing. Sometimes I can even see a path clear through to the end. Other times I feel stuck and the picture moving forward is fuzzy. At those times, it’s often difficult to arrange the thoughts floating through my head. I felt that way between tumor detection and cancer diagnosis, but I’ve felt that way other times in my life too. When something changes that’s beyond my control. When it still feels like everything should be as it always was,…

February 14, 2018 KimHarms

So Happy Happy Birthday And Happy Valentine’s too. I am far beyond blessed that I get to do this life with you.

June 10, 2015 KimHarms 2Comment

Tonight begins Middle School Moms group at my house. (I know it’s a terribly creative name isn’t it?) As I sit wondering about the moms I’m going to get to know better and the kids I’m going to have the opportunity to pray for this summer, I am reminded of this poem I wrote a couple years ago. A poem about a little boy who still lives in the world where holding mama’s hand in public is as natural as giggling with his friends. I have one boy who holds my hand still, but time moves fast, and middle-schoolers love their mama in…

December 12, 2013 KimHarms 8Comment

I am not enough To undo my mistakes, to answer my own prayers To make myself compassionate when I simply don’t care. To give joyfully each time, to love those I don’t like, To succeed without pride, to submit without a fight. I am not enough To seize every moment, to savor every gift To put playtime above laundry on my to-do list. To ease the worries that find their way inside. To overcome the insecurities I so like to hide. I am  not enough But I know the One who is. The One who Forgives my mistakes and answers…

August 26, 2013 KimHarms

Because sometimes milestones can be equally joy-filled and heart-breaking. “Mom, let go.”  * Three small words A punch to the gut Tears behind sunglasses Broken heart  * Black bicycle seat Released from my grasp Unfettered boy Riding free  * Simple mastery of Two-wheels But to me It is more * He can do it On his own Reliance on me Ever decreasing  * A mama’s pride  Mingled with loss Most heart-wrenching Mix of emotions  * Down the path He pedals alone Grinning, bursting with Joy of independence  * Bless that boy Father I pray And comfort the mama Who let…