A few months ago I read Andrew Peterson’s book, Adorning the Dark. In this incredible work, Andrew describes the labor and intentionality of creativity and community. He describes his family’s decision to leave the city and move out to the country, putting down deep roots. He encourages the reader to be purposeful in settling down … More Give your house a name.
The rain falls softly, dribbles of drops battering the downspouts as a sort of back-rhythm to the melancholy of damp dusk. In the distance I hear the lonely whistle of a train and I wonder where he is. My son. He graced us with his first visit this weekend, driving two hours to spend the … More When You Can’t See the Ending.
I cleaned out a child’s room last week. “Clean” being the understatement of the century. I purged. Extreme, thorough and complete. I washed every article of clothing, not knowing what had been worn or simply tossed in the piles. I scrubbed, sanitized, and sang. Yes, you read that correctly. I sang. It was glorious, the … More When You are Overwhelmed by the Mess.
Have you ever talked to yourself? Asking for a friend. 😉 Really, though, I can think of many times throughout my life where self-talk took on the form of a prayer, when I realized I was no longer trying to work out the situation in my own mind but, in fact, crying out to God. … More The Love of Advent
We began today, though it doesn’t “officially” start until December first. But I know me, and I know us. Life happens, schedules get tight, and we struggle to finish what we start whether it be a devotional, project, or “school” book. I’ve purchased many advent devotionals over the years, bought every “memorable” ornament, tree, and … More A Simple Advent
Together, we are a coat of many colors gracing the broad shoulders of Jesus. … More The (G)race of Community
A few weeks ago I was the parent in charge of the playground. “Mama, we have to have someone watch us to play outside. Can you watch us?” I looked up from my book and smiled at my son. “Sure.” We left the room full of band students with their assorted books, recorders, drumsticks and … More Boys. A poem about…well…boys!
It did this mama’s heart so good. All seven of us, together in the same room as Daddy lit the first hearthfire of the season and we marked it with a feast, a liturgy and laughter. Chicken pot pie was the main dish, an easy dinner that brought everyone to the kitchen. Green beans were … More Hearthfire and Frost: Finding Joy in the Gifts of Autumn
Our family spent Fall Break on the beach. (Can I get a hallelujah, Amen?) My oldest son (a legal adult, though I swear he was toddling around my house just a few minutes ago) followed me down so he could have his car to meet up with his buddies. As we made the 7-hour-plus-many-stops drive … More On Being Followed
Summer went out with a hissy fit. The last few days were hotter than blue blazes. We sat, melting, on the sidelines of a soccer field and I drank a half-gallon of water within an hour plus I got a sunburn. Just a week later, on the heels of a thunderstorm, Autumn moved in. I … More How to Simply “Fall”