Yesterday, I wanted to run. Well really, I wanted to stay in bed under the covers all.day.long. All of my projects were completed. The house is as beautified as it will be for a potential buyer. I had just finished telling someone the night before how surprisingly not stressed I have been in this whole
Eyes that See
Our life has been busy for the past, I don’t know, a lot of years. I think I’ve used that as a crutch to “just get through” to the next season, because surely it will be a little slower. So, I step out of my bed each day into the super-sonic tunnel of to-do lists
Bloggy updates and the same outfit all.week.long!
Y’all. Can you believe the pretty that came with this new bloggy look? Isn’t it so calming and lovely? I hope you think so, because this is my little Internet home from here on out. Our family site still exists, and I’ll obviously still be writing there, too. But this space is mine, all mine,
For when the not good enoughs won’t stop staring at you…
I’ve been feeling a little beat up – a little haggard, if you will. Third trimester alone can do that to a person. Throw in a full and busy [and fulfilling] schedule, some big[ish] things resting upon the heads of our family, and the general day to day of taking care of itty bitties, and
Easter Reflections
I spent the weekend reflecting on who I might have been if Jesus hadn’t rescued me. Well, that and sewing and eating crawfish and visiting with friends. But in the middle of it all, there was the reflecting on my own depravity. I find that this is a good exercise for myself now and again –
Being who God Created You to Be: Motherhood
So, I’m on this quest to discover how to still be who I am – like deep down in my soul and being – and also wipe tiny hineys all day long…and not feel annoyed by it. Mostly, this feels impossible. The wiping of tiny hineys? Not my thing. Pinching them, smacking them, tickling them?
Leave Room for Ugly
This one has been bouncing around in my head and my heart for the past week or so. I have had a hard time figuring out how to get it on paper without sounding just as graceless as those who got the post brewing did/do. So, I waited. I waited and I thought and I
What’s your darkness?
To sit back and wait, to let the Spirit of God stir and move and change and love us into a place where our hearts are wholly His – to this list-making girl seems like the hardest thing He could ask of me. To do more than tell my overly-chatty or angry four year old,
How being sick in bed is like growing stuff…
I spent the weekend in bed with a stomach virus-esque something or other. It was not a stomach virus, I’m pretty sure, but the effects of this pregnancy that continue to plague me. And today I had to choose to get out of bed and plod into God’s Word anyway. Isn’t that a hard thing?
A Bone when I Need One
Y’all. On this uncharacteristically dreary Florida Spring day – this happened. For 30 straight minutes my girls voluntarily played downstairs by themselves while I enjoyed salad, and French Bread, and Pottery Barn eye candy. I wondered what it would be like to “shop” for the kids’ bedding for a “summer home”. Then I remembered it’s