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Sing Me A Love Song

My love language is fabric. I speak silk fluently. I have a passionate affair with yarn. And there are remnants of our collisions stored in the memory boxes of our home. Stories woven in thread. Knitted in newborn caps and sewn in the coverings tucked around our sleepy image-bearers. My great grandmother was an artist … that’s where my love story starts. She stitched a love for creating right into my bones, with embroidery thread, a handmade quilt, and a scattering...

Deployment: Requests and Update

Well, I have a lot rattling around up here, so let me start with this. {And bear with me, this post is long, but please read to the end.} I have been purposefully obtuse lately with where the Husband is and whether or not he is deployed … {he is now, and has been for some weeks}. It is vital to me to tell you my stories honest and unfiltered-but it is difficult to write about the deployment without feeling...

Ordinary Parenting

{More Five Minute Friday in which I take longer than five minutes. Also, because I was typing most of this one handed while nursing, I was forced to do some significant editing so  it didn’t look like a drunk monkey wrote this. Linking up with some lovely women as always.} This morning I was hanging out upstairs with the Wee Man. And oh, how this real life Dennis the Menace, stealer of chocolate pumpkin bread, wielder of swords (and stabber...

Truth, and stories.

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 trip, as any good storyteller can attest to.  His voice swallows all the noise in a room, pressing it gently under the weight of his narrative, the occupants a captive audience....

A Deployment Warning

So here’s a heads up for all thirty two of you. I am going to write about deployment a lot. And it’s not because I want you to feel sorry for me, or tell me how brave I am. {And for the record, its easier to be brave … frankly, it’s self preservation.} Nope, I’m going to write about it because it’s my story. And because I serve the King, it’s His story, and I know I will hear redemption...