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...
Between McDonalds and Burts Bees … {or, Grace, and Giving Up.}
Last Sunday {Palm Sunday} was not a good day. By nine am, I was crying on my back porch shouting curse words at my dog trying to get the dog out of the pouring rain. Before church, of course. Nothing like piling on the sin before I put on a happy face. At five pm,...
Happy, Hope-Full, Easter {G-Rated}.
Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen! ~ Luke 24:5-6 Today is about hope. {And for us, also screaming toddlers.} Happy, hope-full Easter from our family to yours. ~M....
G-Rated, Maundy Thursday, Springtime.
Some photos for the family. It's been a difficult few days around here for this pregnant mama ... a story for another time ... but this morning was sweet, and filled with the kind of moments I want to hoard, buried treasure to be found, cherished, remembered years...
Chaos, and Hipster Photos.
I feel the need to clarify something(s). You might not care, but then again, you might. Two things you need to know today. First: Yesterday, I posted these hipster photos of our living room. {To Instagram and Facebook}. Our new bookshelves, built by the Husband....
Heavy Heart
I have a heavy heart today. It's days like these ... A Blackhawk crash in Afghanistan on Monday night ... that make me fearful of the days to come. That make it near impossible to bid my anxious fears goodbye. Some names have been released, some are known, but I...
Where I Tell You About Time Not Marching
Whoever said “time marches on” was singularly unimaginative. Marching is far too rigid, far too precise, far too evenly marked and measured for a concept at once so fluid and intractable. Ask an Army wife who is counting eternal seconds between phone calls and...
A Love Letter to my Fifth Child
You - my growing collection of cells and soul - are active now. My skin hiccuping with the force of your tiny feet, surprised and stretched by your restless strokes. Another son. A loosely formed collection of messes-in-waiting. A sweaty, squeezable hurricane...
A Good Day … {G-Rated}
I whine a lot here. I come with my tears and heart cries over bad parenting days, hard decisions, failures, etc. You'd think I am a big hot mess {I am.} So today, I just want you all to know that we were blessed with a good day. I had a shower. Not only did I...