Photo by Isaac Davis on Unsplash I wake one morning this week and drag my feet to the kitchen where the coffee is waiting to be poured. I plop down into the chair in the living room and open the Henri Nouwen book I’ve been rereading, Life of the Beloved. My husband looks up from… Continue reading A prayer for today
Things have been a little crazy around here lately. My boys are busy growing and with that comes a seemingly endless cycle of tantrums, outbursts of crying, yelling, fighting. There are many days I want to run away and hide from it all. There are many times I feel angry at this lot I’ve been… Continue reading Is God in this mess?
I stand in my kitchen preparing a berry crumble for that night’s dessert. I’ve settled the boys in their beds for nap time. Outside a painter is working on the front of our house. With a small paint brush he makes strokes up and down on the brown cedar shingles, turning them a lovely shade… Continue reading Inside the Painter’s house
Some of my favourite moments with my kids happen with a book opened in front of us. Curled up together on a bed or the living room couch gazing at beautifully illustrated pictures that spark our imaginations, let us forget what needs to be forgotten, make us ask questions. “How did that seed turn… Continue reading The power of children’s books
My 4 year old finds me at the kitchen sink, he stands beside me whining that he doesn’t know what to play with. I remind him that it’s not my job to find him something to do. “Yes it is,” he says smartly. I continue scrubbing the pot from last night’s supper. He follows me… Continue reading Finding the gold in boredom
“Mommy, Mommy, come look!” My 4 year old is grabbing my hand and dragging me downstairs. He pulls me across the basement floor and into the laundry room. I find my husband there pushing paint cans and brushes to the side. The once dingy concrete floor is now a solid, beautiful grey. The entire room… Continue reading Finding the spectacular in a laundry room floor
We drove to my grandmother’s house yesterday in a thick fog. The boys were quiet in the backseat as we listened to All Sons and Daughters through the speakers. We left the plumber back at home to do his work on our pipes. Not knowing how long it would be, or the disaster that would… Continue reading Plumbers, fog, and treasure hunts