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...
On Being Undressed in Church
I’m two days late, but what I have to say doesn’t fade with time, and sure isn’t limited to Resurrection Sunday. We were sharply dressed on Sunday, a rarity for this crew. And we were color coordinated, which is even more rare, considering the unusual fashion...
The Ordinary Extraordinary
(I published a version of this last year, but in I needed this for myself in amidst the groundhog days of parenting colliding with big change on the horizon. My song has faltered a bit lately so I'm retuning my voice.) My bigs played in the mud this weekend....
Goodbye Baby Roots
We’ve made our home in the woods for just shy of three years, and so, as these things go, it is time we pull up our baby roots this summer and make our way to San Antonio, Texas. You heard it right, my Texas-flag tattooed, Rudy’s BBQ obsessed, cowboy boot wearing,...
Happy Birthday to my Wee Man
Editor's Note: My mother asked me if my blog was dead ... it's not, but it's been a season of sowing my words in other places (Missionary Mama, (in)courage, and I hung out my shingle as a freelance writer). Most nights when I come back here I am spent from...
A Theme For The New Year …
If I am being honest, I didn’t want to write this today. In the face of a new year, I have been praying for weeks now for a theme to carve out for the next 365 days. Instead, all I could think about is how I struggle nonstop with feeling crushingly inadequate as a...
An Intentional Advent
Advent season is my favorite.I am usually in a daze of wonder for the whole of December. Star stricken by the Divine humanity. It is a well from which to draw all year long.The clearest memories I have of Christmas as a child are threefold. I remember reading the...
Why I cried in the post office before Veteran’s day.
(I am a week behind. This, this for Veteran's Day, 2017). I stood in the post office the other day, boxing up the bulk of my children's Halloween candy to send to a friend overseas. I fumbled over the customs form, a piece of paper I've scribbled hastily on what...
My Thanksgiving Hallelujah
We’d been married 205 days when my body failed my first (un)born. We’d been apart for 148 of those days. My soldier left in the fall, in the brilliance of the dying leaves. He left, and I was pregnant and blissfully naive in the way you can only be when...