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...
Batter My Heart
A continuous prayer . . . Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for youAs yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bendYour force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.I, like an usurp'd town to'another due,Labor...
My rant for the month . . .
I am steaming mad today. Normally the actions of lunatic attention whores don't move me much beyond a shake of my head and quick thank you that the Lord has protected me from my own craziness. But this guy is pushing my buttons. Before I go further, let me be very...
Inappropriate focus . . .
So while I have been waiting (and waiting and waiting) for info this month, I got busy in the garage. Voila! Dining room table that P. built for me is stained and finished, Jaime now has a big girl bed, and we have a bench seat for the dining room table. Click the...
What just happened???
Greetings to all - it has been a whirlwind of a month. So let me just dive right in. A little less than four weeks ago, P. came home and said, “Guess what . . . “ He then informed me that their battalion was possibly on the hook for an IMMEDIATE humanitarian relief...
In the wind
I'm feeling a little lost without P. here. In the wind if you will. Oh yeah, he's not here. I am mortified that my last post was July 3rd - TONS of things have happened in between. Good things - J. turned three, we've had a few sonograms of TootieJoBlair Churundolo...
Bobby and his pal Fishing Rob
Last weekend we went camping as a family for the first time (and for you purists out there, we did use a camper, take your disapproval elsewhere J) J. was so EXCITED to go fishing with daddy, and she is absolutely focused when it comes to using her fishing “Rob.”...
If only . . .
The other day I was washing the dishes and J. was helping. I use the term “helping” in the loosest possible interpretation of the word. Her idea of helping is to obtain multiple (clean) spoons, stick them under the running water in a manner calculated to splash the...
The luckiest
So I just discovered my new favorite song . . . accompanied by this awesome video, and it prompted me to {finally} write this. Because I am really never busy enough any time I go to Georgia, when I visited in May, I managed to squeeze in three weddings in three...