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When The House Is Still
I just put my youngest child on the bus. She is almost four and attending a four-day-a-week, half-day preschool for the year. I know her teacher and trust her fully, she has a friend in her classroom,...
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What Are you Afraid Of?
My blonde haired boy with the gapped-tooth grin stands on the edge of the diving board. This is the hundredth or so time he has climbed the ladder, walked his Barney Rubble like feet down the textured...
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Parenting: Encouraging Uncool
In the early nineties I remember Saved By The Bell, Full House, New Kids on the Block, turtlenecks and the first desire of my heart to be cool. I was in early elementary school and this desire to be...
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The Gospel Unravels Strength
“If we say, ‘I believe in Jesus,’ but it doesn’t affect the way we live, the answer is not that now we need to add hard work to our faith so much as that we haven’t truly understood or believed in...
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A Mother Who Dwells
The bare soles of my feet are on the hardwood floors in the dining room, my hands are busy folding the third and fourth loads of laundry for the day, my son playing in the family room and my daughter...
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When The Plants Are Thirsty
It’s Sunday afternoon in my nook of the world and my husband is home from his work as lead pastor at the church just around the block from our home. He comes in and I see him, stretched and exhausted....
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Why We Can’t Stand Alone In Our Grief
I have many friends who have known me in my grief and many friends who have loved me in my grief. Friends who loved me when I was so guarded, I completely detached from the roots that make me uniquely...
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The Winding Up Tight
While the threads of my story do begin at birth just like every one else’s, the threads of this particular story do not begin at the very beginning at all. The threads of this story begin several years...
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Listening is Loving
Yesterday I was putting mountains of clothes away upstairs as I watched my three boys in the backyard below me digging in a large hole of mud. I had a report to give in about an hour and the babysitter...
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When X Marks the Spot
I have a child who enjoys drawing check marks on all of his drawings. To him, a check mark is his mark of approval on his drawing. If he feels good about a drawing, it gets a check mark at the top...
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Am I Focused on the Smudges or the Sunshine?
Last week tucked in between rain and unseasonably cold temperatures we had two very pleasant days of warmth and sunshine in my little nook of the world. So often on these warm sunny days, I find myself...
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What I Love About Sundays
Most of you know these things about me but for those of you who do not… it is important I catch you up on where I am in this chapter of the story God is writing for me. I have four young children. My...
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I Miss Mayberry
Although I wanted to be a big city girl growing up, my story had me in a Mayberry kind of place during my youth. Everything was not in black and white by any means. My Mayberry was in technicolor with...
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when there isn’t much to say
Last night we sat in a booth adjacent to the high-topped bar table in the restaurant where we sat eleven years ago on the night when we were engaged. Then we were both getting to know each other and...
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Everything Smells Like Pee
A few months ago I spent an entire day scrubbing baseboards, cleaning walls, floors and bathrooms. One of our family favorite dinners was roasting in the oven I even had left a Kitchen Spice Yankee...
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passionate. not terrible. passionate.
She sits there in her room, tiny plastic pieces of treasures, books, pink feather pens surround her, a crooked tiara on her head and streaks of orange marker are drawn on her leg from her kneecap to...
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One is Silver and the Other’s Gold
Years ago, I could not wait to turn eighteen, graduate and leave the childhood home I grew up in on Sycamore Creek Drive. I wanted a fresh start and I never wanted to look back. I had many happy...
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Changing from the Inside Out
This past year has taught me so much. So much more than I wanted when I asked God to change me from the inside out the last time it was time to resolve to walk better in the new year. My plan was to...
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Step Away From The Cookie Dough
Breathe to reset. Accept that I am at the end of myself. Depend on something Greater than my feelings. And step away from the cookie dough. I was thirty-five hours in with fifty-two to go of my...
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Unraveled Motherhood
Hello. I am glad you are here. I’d like to forward this post with the obvious message that I am not at all a baseball player and I know very little about the game. I am simply a fan of baseball but...
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