It’s that time of year again. What is it that you are planning to work on? What is it in your life that you have decided needs to change? What things need your attention? This time of the year forces us to take stock of our lives, besides the incredible media push to discuss our “resolutions” for the new year. After all, we have just come through an amazing period of time where we are shown quite explicitly the miracle of just how good God has been to us each every day. « Continue reading »
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Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray I find a little quiet, Or who they’re with, or where they’re at To cuddle in my nice, soft bed And that I need not cook or clean The cold air hits me hard in the face. We are in the thick of autumn, in its entire splendor. I smell coffee (because I always smell coffee, it is my constant companion along with my Lord!) and I’m pleasantly perked up by the chill. We’re off to somewhere each and every day. There are many children to prepare and feed and move along to their intended arrival areas. Mornings fly by with gentle admonishing and kisses and manner reminders, while backpacks are zipped and coats are buttoned. « Continue reading » My grand plans dissolved this morning as my 2 year old Elijah looked up and asked “Put the radio on?” I chose a college station and was pleasantly surprised by some Christian hip-hop as Eli donned his sister’s purple headband (all the better for dancing, I suppose) and proceeded to bust a move for a while with his Mama. He grinned and tackled quite a few snazzy routines, elbows flying as he smiled up at me. “I love my Mama,” he announced. It just doesn’t get any better than that. « Continue reading » Last week, my Eli, 4, set about filling a jar full of water on the front walk. I asked him what he was doing, and he said he was going to catch a rainbow. He thought about it, and it was the first sunny day in what had seemed like weeks. He spent the better part of the day working toward his goal, occasionally squinting into the sky. « Continue reading » I’ve always fancied time travel. When I was younger, I wanted to travel into the future. I dreamed that life at 30 would be sophisticated; I would dab Coco Chanel on my wrists before stepping out of my New York City apartment for a glass of champagne with friends. Now I long to travel into the past—to revisit brief pockets of time when my life was insatiably good. If I had a time machine, I would set the clock back to my summer writing retreats or a handful of episodes in my life defined by a particularly poignant friendship or love affair. « Continue reading » Spring brings little friends to fill our backyard while we big people mostly do the yard chores that usher in the new season. As winter reluctantly gives way to spring around here, things get hopping outside. OUTSIDE! Yay! Sun and wind and smiles (and the house stays cleaner because they are outside!) “Whatcha doin?” they cry, and pitch in with echoes of laughter, collecting the winter debris and playing in the dirt. « Continue reading » I used to hate Mother’s day. Not because I was not grateful for my Mother or for what my Grandmothers did for me. They were and are great women. I hated Mothers day because it was a day to remember and honor mothers. Something I longed so badly to be but was not. « Continue reading » On Easter Sunday, I had to stay home from church with Nate who had Croup really bad. When Marshall came home, I asked him what he learned at church that day. He said they showed him pictures of Jesus and how “the bad guys took his shoes and socks off so it would hurt more. « Continue reading » |
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