the /grace/ between
The grace poured out between.
On Keeping Them Safe
(Trigger warning: Brief mention of suicide and self harm.) When I turned forty, I thought I said goodbye to a decade of being tired. Chuckbob wasn’t even a thought. COVID was months away. // I remember when my Second Son was just weeks old, and I was a fresh mom...
Count It All Joy
{Technically this was prompted by Five Minute Friday two Fridays ago .... aaaannnd I am just now writing it.} We have had some grief tinged joy these past few weeks. We are all a little grey around the edges here ... a filtered snapshot of Army life with the hard,...
A little more of our Story …
I’ve been lurking around the edges of my life. Doing the bare minimum to get by ... including my poor little blog. If you haven’t noticed, I do my best to meet you here at least once a week, but it has been a little while. I’ve been collecting thoughts, thinking of...
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...
Psalm 27 {Guest Posting}
{In December, there was a Blackhawk crash in Afghanistan. Six soldiers were killed. Husband and his soldiers were all safe, it was not his unit that was involved. But moments like that, they send me running to the arms of the Lord, a stark reminder that we don't...
Grace Like Rain
{Editor's note: If you are new here, Husband {Daddy} is currently serving in Afghanistan.} To my J Girl. You had a hard day in church. You are nestled up under my shoulder, squirming a little in your attempts to keep the time marching forward. After the third, or...
Ask Away Friday with NJ from A Cookie Before Dinner
{Taking a little detour so y’all can learn a little bit more about the driver of this crazy train ... that’s me, by the way. I’m the driver.} Sooo this was supposed to be on Friday. I won’t bore you with the reasons I am writing this on Monday. But ... pray for me,...
Rest For Your Souls
Didja ever have those days? Those days - like today - where I end up on the wooden floor in my living room backed up against the wall, hypnotized by the dust motes floating lazily around pale, cold sunbeams. And the wall is necessary, bracing me, because I feel...