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A Messy Thanksgiving
So, here’s the deal… My kitchen is a mess, as is my dining room. Two out of the five of us aren’t feeling our best. The kids are arguing in the living room. The littlest is mad and crying. And I’m in the bathroom with the door locked. Despite what you will see as you...
Why I Write: How It Began
When I started my blog, it felt like the strangest thing in the world I could have done. If you know me, you know that I hold things very...
Emerging From The Deep
My little girl is no longer afraid of the water! Three years of swimming lessons, and I feel like it has finally clicked. Until now, she...
Lessons Learned From “The Little Red Caboose”
You remember the story, don’t you? In this 1954 children’s classic, the big, black engine, shiny and powerful, puffed and chuffed leading...
Dear Soldier,
Though we’ve never met, you reminded me of something tonight. I can wake in the morning, hug my babies, and yes, probably hear sibling squabbles, because you, and so many others like you, are willing to pay a very high price so that we can live in freedom.
“Thank you,” doesn’t seem to say enough, yet really, what more can I say? Except maybe this…
The Hands That Hold My Hands
The hand I held today was soft and small.... She climbed out of the backseat, all smiles, and immediately reached for my hand. The cool...
Pretty And Smart Are Not Enough: It’s Character That Counts
Our children often see us working hard to make our outward appearances look nice. They also see us working hard to teach them and to impress upon them the importance of studying and good grades. But do they see us spending any time making our inside appearance look nice? Do they see us spending time on our heart?
A Little Lost
We’ve been here over a year now, but honestly, some days, I still feel a little lost. Not always directionally, there’s GPS for that, but...
Rainbows Through the Rain
Rain and rainbows are so indicative of life, aren’t they? The rainbow is there stretching before us, a symbol of goodness and hope. Yet, you have to endure the storm, and look through the raindrops to see it.
Please Help Me To Be Nice
A few nights ago, lying beside the crib in a darkened room, I said prayers with our youngest. When I was finished, his voice spoken softly...