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
“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
Photo by Ashley Rich on Unsplash I’ve been dancing with butterflies. Chasing them. Watching them. Befriending them. She is everywhere I go. I sit on the back deck while my boys play in the yard and a butterfly flutters her way over us. I go for a walk and she weaves in and out of… Continue reading Dancing with butterflies
My husband bought a sailboat last summer. We’ve enjoyed a fair amount of adventures so far, and though I haven’t learned to sail I go for the sheer excitement of it all. The dark waves, white capped, rolling under us, splashing over us, rocking the boat side to side. The sky a wide expanse of… Continue reading Sailing, faith, and holding on
Through my teenage years I read my Bible with great conviction but even greater guilt. Did I read for long enough? was the constant thought running through my mind as I lay in bed at night, eyes drooping, the light from the clip lamp on my headboard shining on the NLT that lay open on… Continue reading Whatcha reading?
I remember a day 3 years ago when I had just dropped my 15 month old son off at daycare and returned home to prepare for my afternoon of teaching in my Grade 2 classroom. The next hour of my day was more precious than gold to me. It was squeezed in-between the busyness of… Continue reading Even moms need water wings sometimes
“How are you doing over there, Andrea?” A friend of my parents turns to me and asks. We are seated at a long table in a restaurant, surrounded by my parents and a handful of their friends. We’ve just come from a Good Friday service. I smile and respond that I’m doing well. “I’m just… Continue reading “You don’t have to wait for the End. I am, right now, Resurrection and Life.”