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On Bouldering and Being Brave

We went bouldering on Friday. Accidentally, because that’s how I fall headlong through our life these wild and wooly days. Second son shouted from the top of every rock, “It’s so beautiful up here!” And insisted on winking at me in almost every photo.Darling Girl insisted on jumping off or over every obstacle in her path, adamant that I not steady her. Wee Man took a running start over the edge of a boulder, only to break his fall with his sister’s kneecaps....

On Perspective, and Resurrection

(Easter is mostly over, and my newsfeed is awash in scrubbed faces, pouffy dresses, and coordinating outfits-of which I am a willing participant, don’t get me wrong. But there is still time for a meditation on Resurrection Sunday, because truthfully we celebrate year round. Written last Sunday, technically). I’m tucked in the corner of a wooden pew in a small, brick-clad Anglican church in Knoxville, TN. My children, my wild ones, make quiet reflection an elusive, tantalizing goal on Sunday mornings....

Holy Moments of Motherhood

Today, I found tortilla chips in my son’s back pockets before throwing his pants in the washer. I told my boys to stop knife fighting at the bus stop. (Not real knives.) I haven’t showered much this week.I held my baby and let her sleep on my chest because she has the flu.Four out of six people have had the flu at our house in the last four days.I logged some serious time in the hammock. These are the holy moments of...

Wee Man: A Birthday Letter

(We’ve endured a series of curveballs, but I am determined to write this boy a birthday letter. We are going on four months now…) A Birthday Letter Dear Son, Happy Birthday (ish). This birthday letter is long overdue. Five whole years you’ve been taking in air. You with the impossible grin and your daddy’s eyes peering up at me at 5 am. From the moment you exploded onto the scene, all red and squalling, you’ve been living your life at max capacity. It is...

Resurrection Day 2016

Happy Resurrection Day. I’ve written this before, but I need reminding. I measure our life often times by the Before and the After. And oh friends, the after is often times a hard place to rest in. But wouldn’t you know the in between is bridged by a blood-stained cross. And the Story is told across sixty-six books and God-breathed words and Truth is spilled out on the pages and whispered into my broken heart.  And the after never looks...

Happy Birth Day Baby Girl

My dearest darling baby girl.Welcome to the world. (August 25, 3:58 pm).Your journey through it will resemble your journey into it.Chaotic, messy, beautiful. Lots of tears. You shine bright in our story, your threads, they are stitching you minute by minute into the everchanging weave of our hearts. And oh, my sweet girl of grace, you are born into a broken and weary world. Weary of war, of hate, of sin. I am breaking wide open to fit the shape of you, breaking wide open at...

An Update: (No human baby yet, but keep reading).

Oh friends. Let’s recap the last 72 hours at the Huggins family circus. I feel perhaps the best way is to start with my Facebook statuses (statii??) Monday 9:15 pm: “Y’all. Pray for my little family. Less than two weeks to go and my hormones are Out. Of. Control. I was awful today. AWFUL. I would like for them to still like me after this baby is born. Seriously. Pray for my patience and my physical and emotional state. And...