A LITTLE TOO REAL…
I chatted with this mother as if we were even remotely in the same world, but I cringed inside about how insanely messy and not put together my little section of family was in front of pristine beauty.
FEED LOVE
My mother has spent her life feeding us love. Her love languages are acts of service and quality time, but that is only because cooking is not technically one of the five love languages.
Through My Daughters’ Eyes
My girls look at me, and they see beauty because they look at me with eyes of love.
OH, ALMOST
I know you see it-the shirt just in front of the hamper. Although finding a piece of clothing on the floor next to the hamper is a daily occurrence, in the moment, I was struck by how that shirt looks similar to so much of my life. The laundry almost makes it IN the laundry basket; my house is almost as clean […]
REDEMPTION STORY
I share so much of my life with you all in this blog. I decided it was time for you to meet my husband and hear our story.
COVER ME
I had almost missed her soft whisper as I left her room: “Cover me, Mama.” The words gripped me as I pulled the blankets up to her chin. She gave me the words I have been trying to find to express the emotions stirring within me the past couple of weeks.
TOY SOLDIERS (Christmas Visions Part 2)
I see the unattractive exterior, but my children see visions of something more grand in these toy soldiers.
I want to see the beauty and the romance, and I want to believe in the strength and the fight.
LET YOUR CRAZY OUT
Deep down, I am a little crazy…. or maybe I should say still a little crazy. It is hard to say what level of crazy I am, but I know it is less crazy than I used to be. I was so good at hiding the crazy for so long I actually had myself convinced the crazy wasn’t there…. until it was […]
SOMETHING TO CHEER ABOUT
In parenting, there are so many details of which to keep track. When is the school concert, the holiday program, the special lunch, the extra practice, and whose permission slip needs to be signed tonight? The list of tasks is endless, and it is easy to let some things slip through the cracks here and there. Sometimes I think my poor […]
Things We Don’t Say
November is the month in between.
First it was the month that came before; then, it was the month that came after.
Yet, November is the month of thanks.
How do I say thank you for the blessing of broken? I am learning.