I’ve been missing it. The art of being. I’ve also been missing the way I normally process it all. The keyboard. It’s been too long and my fingers have been longing to brush the keys. The same fingers have been attempting to make art elsewhere. But tonight here I am. Too...
My eyes followed him a little longer today as he walked up the sidewalk to school. It’s hard to put into words what we are all feeling, now three days after the incomprehensible tragedy of Friday, December 14th, 2012. How? Why? These words keep echoing in my mind, accompanied...
My heart is continually drawn to the ocean. Not sure why, but it seems like God speaks to me more clearly when those waves are roaring around me. About a month ago, my mom and I took Beach Baby to Cherry Grove for a couple of days. That little boy teaches me so much. All of my kids do...
He talked about it for two days. A date with Mommy. As we left the house, I noticed his sweet little hands cupping the crumpled up dollar bills that he had collected. Getting out of the car, he reached for my hand. Not the norm for this 7-year-old who is growing up too fast. We walked...
This week, I’ve been thinking about how everything we do can be worship. Everything. The routine mundane things that are second nature, the words we say, the way we smile at our kids and our husbands, how we take care of our homes, how we do our jobs. Worship is not just songs we...