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...
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...
An Open Letter To My High School Youth Pastor
An open letter to my high school youth pastor. {But really for all of you serving the Kingdom who wonder if perhaps you serve in vain}. Dear Dane, We haven’t talked much in sixteen years. But I see you. A sower of seeds, a servant in the Kingdom. Toiling...
Guest blogging today … On Fear
I am honored to be featured over at Christian Military Wives this week ... I have a confession to make. Seven years and four deployments into this Army life, I still wrestle with fear. We all do. I tell my fellow Army wives that battling fear is a daily struggle....
I Am Not Alone
These last few days have been tough in the trenches of motherhood. On Sunday morning, all three of my precious offspring were crying simultaneously. And loudly. The Wee Man was kicking me as hard as his two year old legs could piston back and forth. I'm such a...
Last … {Five Minute Friday}
I don’t want to think about the “last time” for anything. But I have to - it’s a requirement for this life we live. The closer good-bye comes, the larger “last” looms. It’s why I always save the last {latest} voicemail from the Husband. It’s why I always say I...
The extraordinary.
We are promised to each other for a little more than eight years now - and in those three thousand and ten days, {give or take a few}, we’ve spent a little less than half of them whole worlds apart. The separation of days makes riches of the extraordinary moments...
Deployment … Or where I tell you the truth.
{Preamble: I’m feeling a little raw tonight. I mean, after eight plus years of marriage, four deployments, six moves, five pregnancies, three kids, I picked now to start comfort eating. Maybe it was adding Second Son. Maybe it’s the impending deployment staring me...