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...
Hope Does Not Disappoint … {FMF}
{I realize it is Saturday night, but if it matters, I wrote this last night on my iPhone in the cell phone waiting lot at the Nashville International Airport ... and the word is laundry.} When we moved into our house in Kansas (in 2011), I made this...
Housekeeping
I've been quiet lately. For a multitude of reasons, a few of which I will list for you because I am so sure you care. {Honestly, if it weren't for Five Minute Friday and Lisa Jo Baker, this blog would be fairly nonexistent at the moment.} {one} How many times can I...
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...
Bird Baths and How Not to Worry
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...
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...
Pictures, and the Pumpkin Patch {G-Rated}.
We went to a nearby pumpkin patch tonight. I thought to myself ... "Oh, it's near sunset, what a perfect time to take pictures of my always cooperative and ever-so-charming offspring." ... Yeah. That ALWAYS turns out well. Without further ado, and because it's been...
Daughter of Mine
{Editor's note: Husband-an Army pilot-is away for training and we are preparing for his upcoming deployment. His leaving is only temporary, thank goodness, but the J Girl is taking it h.a.r.d.} She’s in my bed now, with her mass of sweaty curls, sleeping in her...
Mercy, Life-Rafts, and Newborn Caps.
I’m two days late for Five Minute Friday, but have grace ... I just thought of this today. So I’m a mess these days. But you all know that already. What you might not know is this ... the language of love I speak is acts of service. Which is a blessing and struggle...