by Molly Huggins | Nov 17, 2013 | Community, Faith, Fear, Grief, Hope, Lives We Love, Photos, Snapshots
Hello dear friends. I have been quiet lately. Real life is swallowing up all that I have to offer at the moment. I will be back soon – this week even … I have pages of notes on my iPhone hastily typed during nursing sessions. So, soon, I hope. In the...
by Molly Huggins | Oct 30, 2013 | Blogging, Community, Faith, Hope, Lives We Love, Upside Down
There are six of us in the hotel room, a motley crew, these women. Introverts and extroverts, farm girls and city dwellers, and even one who has a love affair with tweezers. And it’s late and there might be a bottle of wine (or two) on the nightstand and us, who love...
by Molly Huggins | Oct 2, 2013 | Aha Moments, Dreams, Faith, Fear, Hope, Thankful
I feel like my brows have a constant furrow. My face is screwed up tight against the world … with fatigue, with worry, as a defense against the Wee Man screaming. But in between all the brow furrowing, and the forehead scrunching, this happened. I was reading in...
by Molly Huggins | Sep 26, 2013 | Army Life, Blogging, Faith, Fear, Grief, Hope, Our Story
My daddy is a storyteller. A veritable Chaucer he is, his theatrics trapped in a failing body. The stories he tells, they define me. And in the telling, he wanders between truth and theater with ease, often sacrificing a little of one for a lot of another. A necessary...
by Molly Huggins | Sep 10, 2013 | Faith, Hope, Lives We Love
An open letter to my high school youth pastor. {But really for all of you serving the Kingdom who wonder if perhaps you serve in vain}. Dear Dane, We haven’t talked much in sixteen years. But I see you. A sower of seeds, a servant in the Kingdom. Toiling...
by Molly Huggins | Aug 28, 2013 | Community, Faith, Fear, Hope, Mommy Heart
These last few days have been tough in the trenches of motherhood. On Sunday morning, all three of my precious offspring were crying simultaneously. And loudly. The Wee Man was kicking me as hard as his two year old legs could piston back and forth. I’m such a...
