Picture this, if you will, because I know you can because I know you’ve lived it: A day begins, with new promise and new hope and the newness of new beginnings- it’s going to be a good day, you can feel it in your soul. Then, as it turns out, not five minutes pass and you don’t know how you’ll go … [Read more...] about For the Tired Ones, the Weary Ones, the Ones Who Need a Nap
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The Extraordinary Way of Brave Love: Memorial Day 2018
This is no ordinary life we live, I’ll tell you that much. It feels a bit obvious right now, painfully obvious if I’m being honest, as I am surrounded with boxes, yet-to-be-unpacked, in a home that doesn’t quite yet feel like home. We did this dance two years ago and we’ll do it again in another … [Read more...] about The Extraordinary Way of Brave Love: Memorial Day 2018
The Sacred Work of Not Giving Up
If you were to come over to my house right now, I would first hug your neck and then usher you all the way back to the couch- the white one because I like bright and airy things, but I’m no fool, we had that thing stain-treated before bringing it into a home full of children. We would cozy up on … [Read more...] about The Sacred Work of Not Giving Up
In Which We’re All Feeling a Little Overwhelmed
The dinnertime rush is going on- people are hungry and wanted dinner five minutes ago, and I am cutting carrots and meat while unpacking half-eaten lunches and setting aside food to put right back into that lunchbox for tomorrow. Also, I am unloading the dishwasher. That feels important. Lane walks … [Read more...] about In Which We’re All Feeling a Little Overwhelmed
In Which I Share the Hard, Gritty Parts of Marriage
Sunday morning, early hours, the sun’s barely awake, and Lane is out the door again, this time for three weeks. Back and forth, in and out. Are you here or there? Home or not? Is it me alone again? But this is what’s required and this is what we want to do and so this is what we do. Is it … [Read more...] about In Which I Share the Hard, Gritty Parts of Marriage
This mothering life? Harder Than I Ever Imagined.
Sometime in the 1 o’clock hour the other night, a child began crying for me. Well, no, it wasn’t crying, exactly. It was screaming bloody murder. I have always been a little impressed when a parent can go from fast asleep dreaming to racing down the hall- both to tend to the restless child, but … [Read more...] about This mothering life? Harder Than I Ever Imagined.