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...
Go Your Way
Occasionally I find notes I’ve scribbled to myself, ideas for a blog post, fresh eyes on a familiar verse. Most of them get translated, thought out, passed on to you. {Whether you want them or not.} A few get lost ... and then ... reborn. Like this one. Daniel...
Mothers ~ Celebrate and Love Them Well.
Happy Mother’s Day. I wish I could talk about motherhood as well she did. But I can’t so go read what she wrote. Let me just say I will echo her words ... “Motherhood isn’t sainthood and we’re all a bunch of sinners here and don’t let anyone tell you any...
Our Eighth Anniversary
It's been eight years with this Husband 'o mine. Our eighth anniversary. Eight years. The J. Girl, our Wee Man. Two wee babes sent heavenward. Four deployments with one more looming. Five moves. The numbers pile up ... but we are more than the sum of our parts. ...
Strength, Rest, and the Psalms.
The past eight months have been a season of bearing others' burdens. {Gladly ... it is a blessing to love the Body the way I have been loved}. But it is not without its challenges, and moments of extreme fatigue. Especially as I navigate the valleys of my own life,...
Two Responses {to Boston, and the events of this week}.
What a week. The Boston Marathon. West, Texas. Ricin letters. And now the unfolding manhunt in Boston as I type. It feels vaguely apocalyptic, no? `I haven't written much ... it is overwhelming, and we have a few other things going on here. Others have written...
Guest Blogging on Community, Also, Lots of Photos.
“The physical presence of other Christians is a source of Incomparable joy and strength to the believer.” ~ Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Life Together We’ve moved five times in eight years. And in each place, I’m d.y.i.n.g. for friendship, for community. For soul food. ...
Remembering {…reunions}.
From November 2008 to November of 2009, my husband and I were both deployed to different parts of the world. The J Girl spent the year with my older sister and her husband. She was one and a half when we dropped her off. She was two and half when we picked her up....