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What is saving my life now…
The color, shape, rhythm, and light in the world has a new power to move me. I feel starved for beauty and I am grabbing hold of scraps of wonder and gulping them down like my life depends on it.
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Imperfect gatherings…
When my kids gather around our table these days, it is a bit of a bumpy ride. The three born to us, could not be more different. Their personalities barely fit in the room. One never knows what will spark a yelling match (politics is often the culprit), a wrestling match (a tussle over a cellphone and a mysterious Facebook friend), or mayhem of one kind or another. We’ve had good natured (mostly) water fights in the living room, blow ups that send one or another out the front door, and just a general sense of excitement that underlies both big gatherings and small. Share this...FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedin
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Goodbye…
If I were leaving in anger, I could wrap my heart in rage to protect it, but this is an act of great love. My own life needs more time, more attention, and more margin. I am yearning for something different, and as yet undefined.
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12 people…
As a chronic measurer, it has been difficult to not measure success by the number of likes or followers. I am committed to measuring my faithfulness to the task, not the result
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Long-time-people…
These were the people who bore witness. They showed up when the babies were born when we were sick, and when tragedy struck. They brought the casseroles.
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Advent wreaths
Our family failed at the Advent wreath for as many years as we have tried to keep it. Changing work schedules never made it easy. Add a few kids with busy schedules arguing and bickering, and the busyness of the season and our little candles were not always a spiritual hit. We tried, we told the stories, and read the scriptures. It was as often on Monday as on Sunday… but we tried. We prayed together and lit the Christ candle on Christmas morning, but it never looked like I imagined it would. We were not that family. Share this...FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedin
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Family traditions…
Some years, dad’s ship would be deployed over the holidays leaving the three of us to find ways to make the holiday’s special. My mom, never one to back down from a challenge, would still pull out all the stops for that perfect holiday dinner.
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Making the calendar work for us…
This has been a long battle for me. I struggled against this reality when the kids were young. I feared it would hurt them in some way, and if I'm honest, I just wanted to be a normal family.
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Every damn day…
I am so glad I did. I feared that I would run out of things to say, or that no one would read. I didn’t want to make the commitment to every damn day, because I didn’t want to fail.
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Rainy nights…
It makes me feel safe, protected, and secure. It’s like the world is wrapped up in a warm blanket. Rain demands nothing from me. It simply lets me be. So, bring on the rain.