I want to be Imogene Herdman for Christmas. In the past, I’ve always identified with Mary. We’ve been pregnant a lot around Christmas in the past decade. Pregnant, or grieving the loss of an unborn babe. I think of her physical feelings, and her discomfort. Her emotions...
Advent season is my favorite.I am usually in a daze of wonder for the whole of December. Star stricken by the Divine humanity. It is a well from which to draw all year long.The clearest memories I have of Christmas as a child are threefold. I...
It’s the Wednesday pre-Thanksgiving and I am listening to Christmas music, baking bread, and feeding spiced apple cider to my big and the neighbor girls whom I adore. It’s easy, isn’t it, with the actual smell of Thanksgiving in the air, to clutch my mug...
I️ feel a little bit brittle today. A little bruised from the news, a lot raw from Veterans Day, and broken hearted for a loved one. I️ find myself catching my breath, trying to keep all the pieces together while the spiderwebs cracks race through my...
"You cannot have a heart for the gospel and a fussiness about your life at the same time. You will never make any difference there if you cannot be at peace here. You cannot have a heart for missions if you don’t have one for...
Dearest firstborn girl, Your beauty, it takes my breath away. From the crown of your curly mane to the tips of your colorful painted toes. From your ink-stained fingers to your sometimes tear-streaked face. You radiate. But. Beauty is a fleeting thing, straw that looks very much like...
Sometimes I forget to serve my children. Sure, I make dinner, and wipe little bottoms, and tidy up messes, and so on and so forth ad infinitum. They are fed, semi-rested, and usually clothed. We snuggle at night and read books over and over and over...
(September is all about our favorite ladies. I've already written of my mother here, so here I'll tell you of my husband's mother.) Dear Gigi, Thirty-nine years you've had this boy (man), and for the last twelve, you've ever so graciously relinquished him to me. You embraced me...
I’m a talker. Oh, right, this comes as no surprise to anyone who’s known me for longer than four seconds. So this passage has followed me persistently throughout my life, convicting me on more than one occasion as I rattle my way through friendships, marriage, and parenting. “For...
A blessedly brief Monday meditation on parenting and the psalms, for us weary mommas in the thick of summer vacation, 100% humidity, squabbling siblings and selective hearing. The Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love. He will not always chide, nor will he...