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 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...
Where I tell you (again) about grace.
Wonderful, merciful Savior. June marked what would have been the 11th birthday of our first babe and the 38th birthday of my best friend. Both were heaven bound within three months of each other, eleven and half long years past. For all of 2006, I was overwhelmed...
An Open Letter to my Mother-in-Law
(In the space of two short weeks, we've celebrated my husband's birthday, our 12th anniversary, and Mother's Day. This felt right today, to honor my mother-in-law the way she honors us. Don't worry, I love my mom too - you'll learn more about her tomorrow.) Dear...
On Perspective, and Resurrection
(Easter is mostly over, and my newsfeed is awash in scrubbed faces, pouffy dresses, and coordinating outfits-of which I am a willing participant, don't get me wrong. But there is still time for a meditation on Resurrection Sunday, because truthfully we celebrate...
Where I tell you about scars.
There are blue stains everywhere. The cream colored handmade wooden chair that sits at the head of our table. My bathrobe. The guest bathroom sink. I don’t even want to know how many white towels. Maybe a lifetime ago, it would have...
Parenting Idols
(I wrote this a few weeks ago ... just now linking up here because I want you to hear me.) PARENTING IDOLS I have a confession to make. I made an idol of my children. More accurately, the idea of my children, and my expectations of who they would be. I...
#FairTuesday: Karama
(READ TO THE END FOR A GIVEWAY AND DISCOUNTS!) I made Christmas pillows on Black Friday. I made them because I went to Target the Wednesday prior and was having difficulty resisting the siren call of artfully arranged Christmas decor. I picked up the table runner a...