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 snapshot of community: Jana
Parenting is hard on a good day. Add bad days, and deployment days, and it can feel disheartening and overwhelming. Meet my internet friend Jana and the community that surrounded her on a bad deployment day. My husband is active duty Air Force. Two years ago he was...
Wake On Up From Your Slumber
The previous thirty odd days at our house have made me heart and soul weary, and so so tired. I was running nowhere on the treadmill this morning at the YMCA, tears resting neatly in the corner of my eyes, waiting for an excuse to escape. I was shaky with relief,...
Who Are We Fighting For?
Well it's the end of Compassion Blogging month. Our last assignment ... a letter from our sponsored child. An admission ... we are relatively new at sponsoring. We don't know much about sweet Emily. I look at my J Girl and k.n.o.w. deep down in my heart I would...
Pinners Unite!
I am seriously slacking off here. It's been a difficult few weeks at Chez Huggins. I am formulating my thoughts to tell you about it, but it is slow going. For sure. In the meantime, let me tell you about a nifty little contest you can enter. If you've noticed, or...
A Letter … No … A Question.
I've been sandbagging on writing this post. It's week two in Compassion Bloggers Week. 3108 new children sponsored. That's our goal. We got our assignment Monday. Write a letter to God about Compassion. I closed the email and pushed away. I ... just ... can't. I've...
Live Your Love Loud
December 12, 2011, two Kiowas crashed into each other in Washington state. As the aviation community so often goes, the Buoniconti family were friends of friends. I was an avid follower of their story. I grieved for their family in tandem with the loss of Bug....
A snapshot of “I”.
For privacy reasons, my friend has chosen to remain anonymous. But please read her snapshot of "I". Sometimes, we meet people right in the heart of their messy and heartisbreaking moments. And we don't and sometimes won't know how the story ends ... I do know I am...
A snapshot of prepared: T.
Meet my friend T. You've heard of the stages of grief, right? Well, you could say there are stages of deployment. One of them is insane preparation for every wild scenario your overactive imagination can conjure. And can I just tell you, we've all been "prepared"...