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...
Hero … Part 1.
{Super late, of course, but linking up with Lisa Jo and the Five Minute Friday crew.} The soldier as hero narrative makes us uncomfortable, it does. But the gratitude comes often and expressive when he is in uniform. And because there is a generation of warriors...
Single Parenting PSA
I’ve been a sad sack around here lately ... I’ll have mercy on you today, and tell you why you should immediately do something nice for the closest {permanent} single parent you can grab. We went to my parents’ church over the break. I grew up in this church, it’s...
Carving. And Stories.
Yesterday was the anniversary of the death of one of my best friends. Eight years. If you are a regular reader, or a Facebook friend, you already know that. If you’d like to read more about her, feel free to click here. You know what surprised me about yesterday?...
Fight. And Light.
The prompt tonight is FIGHT. {Five Minute Friday is back, yay!} I was rolling it around on my tongue, waiting for more words, coherent thoughts, to follow. And truthfully, I was just about to bow out when my seven year old nephew shouted from upstairs. “Hey! Fight...
Merry Christmas. And Shepherds.
I’ve lost two babes at two different times in the days before Christmas. And so I revel in the humanity of the players in that first Nativity. I empathize with young Mary, of course. I keep thinking of her physical feelings, her emotions at being a first-time...
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...
Don’t Judge Me. And CHRISTMAS.
So I put up my decorations on or around November 18. Don't judge me. Usually I am a vocal critic of Christmas Creep. People. Seriously. Wait until after Thanksgiving. Except for me, this year. But you know what? I was bored and alone, and knew I wouldn't be around...