Jeffrey’s question changed the day o’ red for me. “Mommy, why do you and Daddy have to go out just the two of you for Valentine’s Day?” So I thought about it a LOT. Then decided. From now on Valentine’s Day would not just be about Jeff and I making a...
Being a mom is hard. It is amazing, but it is the hardest thing God has ever called me to do. Days come when life is a blur; and those days have been coming more frequently lately. I’ve found myself angry and frustrated more than joyful and thankful. So God is breaking me (yes...
When I set him down in the big boy swing, the first thing he said was “I wanna do it… I wanna do it!” It’s become his favorite phrase. At first, I started pushing him, knowing that he would need my help to get started. Then after listening to him fight me for about...
It was Jeffrey’s 8th birthday… and Mommy woke up with a terrible headache. Jeff sweetly told me he would take Jeffrey to school, so I hugged Jeffrey, took some ibuprofen, and went back to bed. A little while later, Jeff came into the room and said “Jeffrey said he needs...
This Martha girl doesn’t often stop to let God say what He will to her heart. It’s usually hurry-up-and-get-time-with-Jesus-before-the-kids-wake-up. There are rare times (like tonight) when I get to go to The Bucks and spend alone time with Him, but these moments are...
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...