Heated debates, political turmoil, another wave—It’s been a week. Heck, it’s been a year. I don’t think anyone would refute that claim. Thankfully this blog is not about any of those things. Which is how we found ourselves, two days before a presidential election, clinking glasses to Ella Fitzgerald at an intimate Jazz Age Murder Mystery in my parents’ cozy home.
Read MoreYou know how it is in sporting events when things start to ramp up and the coach calls for a timeout? Maybe the players are on the verge of exhaustion or fights are breaking out or their strategy just isn’t working and everyone needs a minute. I feel like we could all use a timeout right about now.
Read MoreAs my husband Tim laid next to me in bed with a sore throat, fatigue, and body aches, I read Corrie ten Boom’s The Hiding Place.
Read MoreIt’s been a heck of a year so far with a lot of big feelings attached, BUT we made it to October, which if you ask me, is cause for celebration.
Read MoreI bet if I asked you to close your eyes and picture the tastes and smells of your childhood, you would be able to recall in vivid detail
Read MoreUnderneath it all - on some level - I think we’re all asking what is happening? Will things ever be normal again?
What if the answer to that is no? And what if that’s a good thing?
By the time Cyrus was one, he had already been on three major trips, watched embers of a fire glow in the mountains and touched his chunky toes in the salty ocean.
Read MoreWhen COVID hit, many people around the world felt the effects of loss of community. But our experience was little bit different because we all ended up quarantining together.
Read MoreI am a mother of two beautiful, vibrant teen girls. With their eyes down, looking at their phones, they don’t see the people around them.
Read MoreTo my fellow stay-at-home moms and dads—we carry the badge of dark circles under our mascaraless eyes, hungry for interaction with humans who can make their own snacks and wipe their own bottoms.
Read MoreHome is both the place I don’t want to leave and the place I know I must leave if I’m going to live a full, abundant life.
Read More“Daddy, what are they doing?” Cyrus asked from the gray steps of my parents’ porch as protestors marched past chanting the words, “I can’t breathe.”
Read More697 days. That’s the length of time that our precious Malachi was in foster care. Forever. That’s the length of time we have to love him and know that he is ours.
Read MoreI want to live a life chasing the big expressions of God’s handiwork. I want to count my blessings every day and never come up short. But that’s not where the real growth takes place, is it?
Read MoreDuring seasons of unpredictability, the natural tendency can be to retreat into anxiety and dread, as if imagining the worst might prevent it or at least soften the blow if our fears become reality.
Read MoreIf you guys will join me, I want to give some shout outs. If someone you know has been a leader, a happy face, an encourager, a giver, or in any form just shown to be the kind of person we should aspire to be, give them a shout out on here.
Read MoreWe don’t always realize what we are missing when we are content with what’s in front of us.
Read MoreI would be such a good gardener. I’ll take any excuse to soak up the warm sunshine. I don’t even mind the watering. I would be such a great gardener if I could only manage to keep my plants alive.
Read MoreOur lives have been distracted by a hundred different pursuits; our hearts have become lukewarm. What if there’s a gift somewhere in the rubble?
Read MoreThese are the things I am doing to stay grounded, to lean into the season and come out all the better for it.
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