the /grace/ between
The grace poured out between.
LETTERS TO MY CHILDREN
Hey I'm Molly - Army wife, ex-helicopter pilot & mother of four children & one on the way, one dog, two cats, two bunnies, an immortal hamster & one very patient horse.
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.
(A letter to my love, on Valentine's Day, but this could be any day." To my love, When I stood up in front of the ones who love us, just shy of fourteen years and a whole lot of memories ago, and said “I choose you,” - well, I meant it. But what I didn’t know, all...
(I wrote this not quite a year ago as we were prepping for our move to Texas, and just found the draft. It feels appropriate to post it here when my anxiety flares and lately the world feels more terrifying and less beautiful) (June, 2018). Hello world. I watched a...
My oldest daughter is 11 now, halfway through the first year of middle school and sprouting her baby wings. If I’m being honest, it’s terrifying. I was meditating on that when I started a Bible study on Genesis (through my church) and we discussed how Moses wrote the...