For the past several days, I’ve been feeling a little antsy. And Miss Magnificent and I, as much as we are in love, needed a break from each other’s faces. No shame in that. My hunk, being the super hero that he is, volunteered to hang out with our girl for the afternoon so that

I’ve written before about how the Holy Spirit movin’ feeling tends to fade in the light of Sunday dinner and cranky pants kiddos and the all important afternoon nap. Too many times I’ve allowed it to be lost in the routine of life-living, of things that must be done or always are done. But on

There are peaks and valleys. Times of plenty and want. Times when He feels so near you can feel His cloak brush against you and times when He feels so distant you begin to wonder if the brush of His cloak might have just been imagined. Times when you remember to look at His face

You know how when you haven’t written for a while, the writing muscle in your brain gets all flabby? And writing a simple email or status update takes pretty much all the word power you’ve got? I’m there. Some of you have asked me why I haven’t been writing. The pregnancy is part of it.

I’ve been fighting the inward battle of “to announce via social media or not”. In the end, it seems like the easiest way to get the word out there. At first I had no interest in doing anything cutesy. Announcing sort of lost its charm last year, I guess. But then we heard that sweet

Control. I like it, apparently. A lot. As long as it belongs to me and no one is asking me to release it. It’s tricky, I’ve discovered, to identify my death grip on control, because it hides behind things that are not inherently or obviously bad. So I think that I’m holding on to responsible