There are days when I’m pretty sure I’m on top of the world. Yesterday I woke up and had a rich, heart changing encounter with the Lord. I taught Adelle a Bible verse at breakfast. She repeated it to me periodically throughout the day. I followed our daily schedule and completed almost all of my
The Truth about Being a Stay at Home Mom: Sometimes I’d Really Love to Go to Work
We were sitting at our beat up kitchen table munching on PB&J’s and Goldfish around noon on an entirely average day. Miss Magnificent was filling the room with her word quota for the hour when she said, “Mommy, I want to be a teacher when I grow up.” This was not news to me –
The Truth about Being a Stay at Home Mom: Because We’re Guhls!
They bounced merrily down the hall, bumping into each other and giggling wildly. I watched, sharing in a little bit of their uninhibited happiness, as my pint-sized three year old looked at her two friends and laugh-spoke, “Hey! Wets hold hands!” Without a moment’s hesitation, the all grabbed hold of each other and continued to
Same song, thirty-third verse.
Mostly I live my days wrapped up in the comings and goings of my little family. We eat our breakfast and laugh at our silliness; we do the laundry and snuggle at nap time; we make crafts and watch TV and cook dinner; we squeal when Daddy gets home and rest quietly after 8 pm.
So over it.
Yesterday, after the fit throwing post, I picked Adelle up from class and we stopped in Josh’s office. He mentioned the blog post and chuckled. I said something about there still being dishes in the sink and cried. This prompted and immediate declaration, on his part, that Mommy was taking a night off. The rules,
Something’s Gotta Give
I am struggling this week. Fo’ reals. Upon coming out of the blur that was August 28-December 31, our family is now trying to figure out how to function as a unit of four instead of three. January marked the end of survival mode and the beginning of thrival [so not a word but it
The Truth about Being a Pastor’s Wife: Sitting Duck Syndrome
Disclaimer: I think that we’re all very aware that I don’t have it all together – that I’m just a gal limping along from one day to the next trying to figure out how to let Jesus be enough in and through me. It has recently been brought to my attention, however, that I may
Chickens, Cats, and the Country
When we go to Louisiana, I have time to do things like read magazines and let my mind wander. It’s spectacular. On this last trip at my in-laws, I got reacquainted with my long lost friend, Southern Living. I’ve always loved that magazine. There was an article in this particular issue about backyard chickens, and I
There Are Times
There are times when I stumble around, one hand in front of me as I step gingerly and awkwardly through life searching for God – knowing that he is there but unable to put a finger on him, to catch a hint of his smell, or to hear the whisper of his voice. Sometimes I
When a Thing Is from God
I have not touched the adoption topic since I found out I was pregnant with Marilee. I realize that this may appear to be an indicator that we no longer plan to adopt. That is incorrect. Whether or not we adopted never hinged upon whether or not we would be able to have more biological