the /grace/ between
The grace poured out between.
On Connection and SEC Football
I promised myself connection these days but it’s been a hard two years of minimizing dysfunction and wild grief and depression and parenting hard things and pretending it’s all good in the moment. I went to a women’s fellowship for our church last night. I prayed...
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...
On Bouldering and Being Brave
We went bouldering on Friday. Accidentally, because that's how I fall headlong through our life these wild and wooly days. Second son shouted from the top of every rock, "It's so beautiful up here!" And insisted on winking at me in almost every photo.Darling Girl...
Happy Birthday J: On Grace, and Dancing.
Dearest J, my firstborn, my first girl. It’s your birthday tonight, and I’ve got some words to say to you. Truth be told, I’m feeling a little overwhelmed these days … truth be told, I’m a lot overwhelmed . Our life just keeps on happening in trickle down ways on...