I meant to write more regularly as we press into memorizing the verses of Psalm 119 - but then life went a little crazy, as it often does. But it was unexpected and hard and beautiful and heartbreaking. This month has held more tears than I dreamed 31 days could, both tears of joy and … Continue reading June Memory Cards
Her quiet voice was filled with a panic as she called down from the top of the stairs. I think it was the urgency that interrupted my sleep, more than the intrusion of words. "He's screaming, Mama...he woke up screaming and I don't know what's wrong." I rushed to the side of his bed; his … Continue reading Memory Monday: The Beginning
Lyla snuggles the puppy in her arms as I drive down Summitview. Zee is asleep in the back seat. Two hours in the sun and a May Day bouquet and there is just one more errand before we rush home. I choose a small, navy notebook - one that will stay with me for the … Continue reading Memory Monday…on a Wednesday
It's not unfamiliar, I think - that fraught feeling of failure, the sinking stench of shame. Surely I'm not the only one who has felt it, deep in my bones. It springs up at the oddest times, the quietest moments...that second when the happiest of laughs spills out of a mouth opened wide. It catches … Continue reading When Darkness Seems to Hide His Face…
From what I can remember of the story I was told all those years ago, they had been married for 25 years at the time. And he travelled across the ocean with her to the land of her birth and he bought the tea set for her that had caught her fancy. From what I … Continue reading To Remember and Know {Giveaway winner announced}
The snow started falling again in the quiet dark of the night. Elias, he kept racing to the window to give us updates, begging us to look at the lights in the field - one of us commenting that it looked like a flurry of bugs dancing in the glow. I couldn't help but think … Continue reading In the Snow
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}
