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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Moving, Part Three: You Bear Me Up
I'm writing this on the last Sunday in a place I so dearly love, to the people I so dearly love. It's a familiar view-the second seat on the third row from the back in the left middle section. It practically has my name it. It has a prime view of my favorite painting...
Moving: Part Two
Oh friends. I am still having ALL THE EMOTIONS. We moved from our dear 403 house, our home for the last three years, into the hotel last weekend. I very much loved this house, but what grieves me more than leaving the walls that literally held me up through a very...
Memorial Day: The Wrecking
It is surprising how grief changes over the years. Some things I know, I expect. The edges of the wound soften over time. The fear fades, mostly. We aren’t sad every day. Some things I don’t. Nine years and change later, you see a picture on Facebook of a Volkswagon...