The plan was to wake up, send Adelle off to church with Daddy, and haul Marilee and all of her baby goodies over to the new house to at the very least finish cleaning. Then Adelle woke up at 5:00 and Marilee’s meds had to be administered at 5:30 [thank you time change]. Josh got
I am an island.
It’s no secret that living in Orlando was not my vote. It’s no secret that I miss our families and ache to live closer to them. I have, however, worked hard over the past couple of years to embrace the living here and make this our home – to stop living like it is temporary,
Mount Sew-More
I got into bed last night and said to The Hunk, “I have too many interests.” And he said, “What are you interested in now?” Here’s the problem: I love to create. I like to learn. I have some bizarre condition that compels me to be entirely self sufficient – as in, I don’t NEED
Pumpkin Waffle True Life
Today Marilee slept until 9. I kid you not. So, while Adelle watched Barney, I slept until 8:45 – until Adelle came in and said, “Mommy, peez wake up! I want some bek-fuss!” And so I rolled myself out of bed and after we got Marilee fed, asked Adelle if she’d like to make some
Getting Back on the Horse
So, I’ve told you all about our family. About Marilee and Adelle and how they’re growing and changing. I figured I may as well tell you about how I’m growing and changing, too. I wish it was all glow-y and fuzzy and as simple as choosing to be brave enough to ride the pony. Mostly
A gift
I am now thirty eight weeks pregnant and am just now finding the focus and/or the words to write this post. I feel a little like Mary in that most everything I have felt and experienced during this pregnancy have found a home within my heart to be pondered on a very personal level. There
Choices
Do you ever have those days where you just returned from vacation and all you really want to do is vacate your responsibilities? I never understood this as a child – how my parents were so exhausted after we got back from vacation. I mean, all they did was read while we were there. My
The Truth About Being a Pastor’s Wife: Our Marriage Isn’t Perfect Either
I feel like some women might fantasize about being married to a pastor because they have mistakenly believed that ministry marriages are all butterflies and spiritual conversations and praying together as a family all of the time. I feel like most of you probably haven’t fallen prey to that misconception, but just in case there
The Truth about Being a Pastor’s Wife: The Moments
A lot of days, being a pastor’s wife is challenging – usually not in big, unbearable ways, but in a whole lot of little ways that pile up over time. The lifestyle certainly is something that requires adjusting to, but really everything unfamiliar to us requires some sort of adjustment. With Josh doing what he
Sunday Sweet Rolls
Ah, my dear Sweet Rolls. How I do love thee – my community and my encouragement and my accountability and my laughter-til-tears. Truly, I do. And they love me, too. And each other a lot, which makes all of it work out so very nicely. After the miscarriages, I took a break from leading the