Friday comes and quietly sneaks by, but still, favorites should be shared. My hope is that in sharing some of these, that your heart is drawn to beauty in the everyday things, and that you may find something here that turns your eyes back on to Jesus, for from whom all beauty comes. My subscription … Continue reading Friday Favorites: Vol. 2
The New Year counts in and life still moves forward...there is still laundry and dishes and meals to make. Zeruiah turns 6 and she explodes with joy...fireworks have nothing on this sweet girl. And time continues to move quickly, even when the days can feel long and never ending. I thought it might be kind … Continue reading Friday Favorites {And a Crossway Book Review}
I waited impatiently for my thirtieth year. Anxious to leave my twenties, I happily counted down the days and months until I left one decade behind for another. I assumed only good things were ahead. That I would become a newer, shinier version of myself - somehow, all of the wrongness about me would fade … Continue reading For the Six Months Left
They stand shyly, each Thursday. These little ones who have entered into the new world of Kindergarten. There are only five of them in my class, but they bring with them a wide-eyed wonder that brightens up the room. They have known since the warm days of September to bring something special to class to … Continue reading To Hope in the Dark
It's something I have been praying for...a spirit of joy. In this season of rebuilding, it sometimes feels allusive. So when the opportunity to review a book for Crossway came up, I chose the one on the topic of Joy. A friend of mine laughed with me in the car this evening as … Continue reading Reforming Joy {A Book Review for Crossway}
You are going to mess up, dear ones. In both big and small ways. Ways that feel life-shattering and leave you feeling unbalanced, longing for that one moment to do all over again. That feeling will live in the back of your mind, like chains wrapped around your wrists, keeping you from reaching out … Continue reading For the Mess {A Letter to My Four}
She was only 10 the first time I met her. The same age as my second oldest daughter now. She and her little brother attached themselves to me and as we tried to figure out ministry and family and the combination of the two, she kept welcoming me in. Her dad had passed away … Continue reading How Time Can Fill
