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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Chaos, and Hipster Photos.
I feel the need to clarify something(s). You might not care, but then again, you might. Two things you need to know today. First: Yesterday, I posted these hipster photos of our living room. {To Instagram and Facebook}. Our new bookshelves, built by the Husband. Our...
Heavy Heart
I have a heavy heart today. It's days like these ... A Blackhawk crash in Afghanistan on Monday night ... that make me fearful of the days to come. That make it near impossible to bid my anxious fears goodbye. Some names have been released, some are known, but I...
Where I Tell You About Time Not Marching
Whoever said “time marches on” was singularly unimaginative. Marching is far too rigid, far too precise, far too evenly marked and measured for a concept at once so fluid and intractable. Ask an Army wife who is counting eternal seconds between phone calls and Skype...