Christianity · Faith · motherhood

A Mother’s Communion (Pt 1)

I sit down to write. The toddler whines from his crib. He needs to be changed and fed. _ I grab the ingredients to make my morning smoothie. The preschooler calls for help from the bathroom. He needs to be washed and dressed. _ I set up my yoga mat. The toddler crawls on top.… Continue reading A Mother’s Communion (Pt 1)

Christianity · Faith · Family · motherhood

Entering the secret passageway

Thankfulness is a secret passageway into a room you can’t find any other way. It is the wardrobe into Narnia. – Mark Buchanan Crumbs: Evidence of once hungry bellies, now fully nourished. Give thanks to the lord, for he is good! His faithful love endures forever. (Psalm 107:1) Sink full of dishes: A memory of meals… Continue reading Entering the secret passageway

Family · Marriage · Mindfulness

Just a pile of clothes

My husband has a nice little habit of dropping his clothes on the floor rather than putting them away. Through conversation amongst other married friends, I have discovered how popular this habit is. It used to be a major pet peeve of mine, being the neater person of the two of us. I would watch the pile grow… Continue reading Just a pile of clothes

Christianity · Faith

One man walking

There is a paved trail by my house that stretches just over 4 miles, where it connects with another 8 mile trail. It’s one of the highlights of the area we live in. Trees extend on both sides along most of the path. It also passes by a small lake, shimmering in the summer and… Continue reading One man walking

Faith · Parenting

Running back to the Light

I have found myself in the same place almost every night for the past 4 years: the rocking chair in my son’s room. First it was putting my eldest to sleep, now it is with my youngest. I have come to love that place. It is a space separate from the rest of the world.… Continue reading Running back to the Light

Faith · Family · Marriage · Parenting

Home is…where?

When my husband and I got married we were given a picture that read “Home is where your story begins”. We hung it above the cupboards in the little apartment we moved into after the wedding. I thought the picture was tacky, to say the least. But my husband had carefully done the measuring and… Continue reading Home is…where?

Creativity · Faith

Faith in Art

I cringe at things I wrote 2 years ago, things I wrote 2 days ago! I hear from other writers that this is normal. How easy it is to place our work beside something more beautiful and laugh at and ridicule it. And then want to give up, because of that wide, intimidating gap between what we… Continue reading Faith in Art