23 May A Tribute to My Father in Law
"All their life in this world and all their adventures...
11 May The Gift of Motherhood
When we became mothers, we said "yes" to life. We prayed for, planned, and prepared our hearts and homes to receive this new life. We waited, worried, prayed for, anticipated...
04 May Our Beautiful Messes
I look around my house and there are piles everywhere. Piles of clothes. Piles of toys. Piles of books. There is a corner full of stuffed animals from our "puppet party time." There are things like spatulas mixed in with an alarm clock and a...
27 Apr Son of My Comfort
It had been a hard morning. I had been impatient with the kids, my heart full of anger and frustration. I wearily carried my two year old boy to his bed for a nap and collapsed with him on his bed, my heart weighed down...
20 Apr My Favorite Sunday of the Month
Our family attends a church that has been blessed with a multitude of children and it seems that every few Sundays we are privileged to witness another baby dedication. During each dedication, we as a church body are reminded of our role to support the...
06 Apr Simply Homemade Series: Homemade Pizza!
My husband loves to tell stories of when he was a teenager and the smell of his mother's homemade pizza filled their home. There is something so warm and comforting about certain foods from our childhood and his mom's pizza clearly ranked on the top...
29 Mar The Treasure We Seek
I was at a nearby park alone - away from my tribe for an hour - just to breathe. My husband had a work conference that required him working late nights for several days in a row which meant that I was pulling twelve-thirteen hour...
23 Mar Mothers, We Are Ambassadors
I recently had the privilege of going on a weekend away with some of my close friends to New York City. Our chief goal was to see some great Broadway shows and boy, did we! We had tickets for the Saturday night showing of "Dear Evan...
16 Mar The Gift of an Ordinary Wednesday
Today I awoke to my son's voice speaking my name. Each morning he squashes up his little body next to the door of his room and yells loudly to whoever will hear him, pleading for release. I pad softly over to his door, hair tangled and...
08 Mar Do Not Grow Weary in Doing Good
It's my little boy's nap time which also means its my time with Jesus. All is well, and I curl up into my bed, propping myself up on the large, husband pillow I used to nurse and cuddle four babes with over the last nine...