the /grace/ between
The grace poured out between.
THE BLOG
LETTERS TO MY CHILDREN
OUR STORY
Hey I'm Molly - Army wife, ex-helicopter pilot & mother of five children, two dogs, two cats, a borrowed donkey, a handful of backyard chickens & two very patient horses.
I’m also an organized creative, a recovering Type A, and I can’t stop talking when I’m nervous. I love coffee, color and all things DIY. I write because it’s how I’m made to worship. I tell my story because I want you to know my weakness, and His strength. I write to recount our moments of fear, grief, grace, joy, and ultimately, redemption. So prop your feet up on my virtual kitchen table, pour a cup of ridiculously strong coffee, and stay awhile. I’m so glad you’re here.
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On veterans, giants, heroes, and my dad. (Part 1 of 3).
Editor's note: This is part one of a three part series on why I served. To all my veterans, my people, on this day, and every other - thank you. It's not enough, but it's what I have. Courage is the price that life extracts for granting peace. The soul that...
How Great Thou Art: My Allume
My Allume always seems to happen in the margins. Thursday morning at 4:30 am, our fire alarm went off. Twice. It took me several minutes of confusion and panic to determine what the sound was and where it was coming from. There was no fire, no carbon monoxide, and the...
Solidarity: Motherhood in the trenches.
I cried at the coffee table during MOPS today. (Mothers Of PreschoolerS, a group I attend because it feels like I have a million toddlers.) I cried because moving is hard. Making new friends is hard. Parenting four kids is hard. I cried because...