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
How the gazing just made me want to gaze more.
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
The day I gazed again
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
Flabby Brain
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.
Big News!
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
Craft Show and Tell
Alright, gang. This year I have been a crafting fool. I do this…I feel like it’s a sort of semi-annual cycle. Something inspires me and then I dive head first into the crafting crazies. And then eventually I burn out because of the hot glue gun scars on my fingers and the burlap threads that
The Village
Last week we had a little Christmas Cookie decorating party at my house. I didn’t get to do my traditional dinner party this year, so I threw together a little shindig for a few of my stay at home mom pals. It was mass chaos. And terribly fun. We played all.day.long. No joke! Here’s the
Where We Are At Now
2011 has been a rough year. We’re ready to look it in the eye, throw up two fingers and shout, “Peace out, 2011. It’s been real.” That’s not to say we aren’t grateful for 2011 and all that we learned within it’s parentheses. Release. Submition. Gratitude. Contentment. Trust. Faith. Hope. Love. They’ve all made their
Heathen Heart Time
Here I sit in The Hunk’s immaculate and homey office. On a Sunday. During LIFE Group hour. I know – I’m totally a heathen. But sometimes it’s nice to be able to steal away and read Ephesians 3 four times through. Uninterrupted. In utter silence. And something very close to mood lighting. A Grande Caramel
Controlling Turtle
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