I’m a “just give me a rainy day, a blanket, and a good book” kind of girl. If there were a profession where the job description went something like “You must be able to lie under a tree and read for long periods of time” I would be in that interview room in a jiffy.… Continue reading The Escape
This weekend consisted of a road trip for one. For two entire days I was by myself. There were no dinners for me to prepare, no dishes to wash, no nap times to rush home for or little teeth to brush. There were also no bedtime cuddles or tickle fights or laughs shared over the supper… Continue reading The tug of war of a mother’s heart
Our house is undergoing some much-needed renovations this Fall. The outside is receiving a paint job and the windows have been ripped out and replaced with new ones. Workers trek through the house with nail guns, Shop-Vacs, hammers, and planks of wood. Our front door remains open for most of the day, letting them come… Continue reading Renovations of the home and heart
Here are a few things I am starting to pick up on, as we do through seasons of transition and change. I write them down because that’s my way of owning what I’ve learned. Perhaps you’ve been there, and will nod your head. Or you’re where I am, just getting there too. Feel free to… Continue reading Things I am learning
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