A few months ago I read Andrew Peterson’s book, Adorning the Dark. In this incredible work, Andrew describes the labor and intentionality of creativity and community. He describes his family’s decision to leave the city and move out to the country, putting down deep roots. He encourages the reader to be purposeful in settling down … More Give your house a name.
It feels like we just unpacked, happily discarding the last of the boxes and beginning a new life here in this beautiful neighborhood surrounded by hills and pasture. I have become accustomed to the drone of maintenance equipment each morning as they parade out onto the golf course. The dawn has awakened me with her … More Everything Old is New Again
Well, I stink at keeping promises. I broke the 40 day commitment to write (obviously) this weekend. Life happened and between the birthday of my firstborn and an ER visit for one of my kids (they are ok, thank God!) writing fell to the bottom of my priority list. I’m sure all twelve of my … More Update and a Prayer
Remember: We are not the first generation to have to quarantine and the ones before us survived without today’s technology. … More Don’t Let your Kids be Prey
I felt it rising up in the pit of my stomach. Anxiety. Fear. The what-if’s poured over me in waves and I struggled to catch my breath. I expressed it to my husband, the tension and struggle that fought within me. For days I had shrugged Coronavirus off as hype, saw the reaction of our … More If You are Afraid
It doesn’t matter how much of a helicopter parent you are. If the outside world has access to your child, then your child is at risk. Period. … More What is Your Child Worth?
Are you willing to go against the grain of society to protect your children? … More Danger in the Palm of your Hand
The rain falls softly, dribbles of drops battering the downspouts as a sort of back-rhythm to the melancholy of damp dusk. In the distance I hear the lonely whistle of a train and I wonder where he is. My son. He graced us with his first visit this weekend, driving two hours to spend the … More When You Can’t See the Ending.
A few short weeks ago the nights felt so very long. Bare trees reached for the sky and we zipped our jackets to ward off the nip of frigid evening breezes. We longed for spring. Before long, buds fattened on the limbs, daffodils shot green hope straight up through the faded mulch, and mist danced … More Everyday Resurrection
“Mama, what does ‘the ninth hour’ mean?” My daughter is good at throwing random questions at me, out of nowhere, when I am driving. “You mean when Jesus died?” She nodded. So, I explained how he hung on the cross for three hours, from the sixth hour to the ninth hour (which is three in … More The Ninth Hour