Yearly Archives: 2015


This week here – sandwiched between the coming of a Savior and the start of a year…

It’s a special one.

Just after Christ’s entrance, we boot the year goodbye.

We ponder the King-Child, and then we explore and contemplate ourselves.

Not a bad practice I’d say:

Looking at Jesus, then analyzing self – it seems smart to me.

Going into something new, fresh off the heels of considering our Savior… what perfect timing!

Because really…

We can only see ourselves clearly and accurately when we see ourselves in light of the Love that came.

I like that the new year starts right about now.

It fits.

I’m sitting at a desk, in front of a mirror, beside a window, next to a TV, under a lamp, in a hotel room…. as I write this.

I’ve been gifted with a few rare hours away with my husband, alone.

He has found the workout room, and I have found my words again.

One of the main points on our agenda tonight and tomorrow – is to discuss 2016.

Only the Lord knows what awaits – so we will seek Him together on this, move forward as He leads, and be all in.

One of the things that I feel might need revised and revived in the coming year, is this spot here.

I am completely aware that my blogger blog looks like it came straight out of 2005 – when blogs were new on the scene, and all the templates were the same, and fancy blog duds weren’t invented yet.

I have watched sulkingly as mom bloggers like me catapulted themselves into blog bliss with new beautiful backgrounds, and professional designs, and thousands of followers because of it.

I have turned my nose up at it all – hoping that the writing was worth more than the bling – that it would attract who it should – that it would reach who it was meant for.

And perhaps it has.

But now I’m feeling a bit of a tap – to go ahead and get my act together…to make things excellent while still making them authentic.

Because we should never let authenticity be an excuse for a lack of excellence. 

You can have both.

And Lord, let that be our aim. Let us all be open, and transparent, and honest, and real – while still attempting to live a top-notch life.

I have a fresh and somewhat ferocious feeling as we turn the page here.

There are new paths to trot and trail blaze in the next 12 months.

For us all.

Your kind company along the way means the world.

Happy, happy 2016!

A Few Snapshots

I’m sitting here at my dining table with windows raised all around me. I’m allowing the cool to loft in while it’s lasting. It’s been warmer than normal, so when that fireball rises to it’s peak – it might get down right steamy. Is it really December? It must be, because…. A Christmas tree all rickety and half lit from… Read more →


As I walked passed the window a few days ago… With our lessons completed, and dinner started, and laundry spinning… I caught a merry glimpse of my girl-child right in the middle of twirling on the trampoline. Her face was pure bliss – with her brothers bouncing high and happy beside her. That blonde ponytail swishing, and that toothless grin… Read more →


Sometimes you have to reach up and grab your day. Sometimes you have to lasso that thing right to you – where you can hold it, and mold it, and make things happen. Sometimes you have to extend that appendage a little passed your normal reach, grab the 16 hours you’re given with eyes-wide open, and do what you can,… Read more →


I have to write to stay awake. I have to punch keys and form phrases to really see, and really hear, and really know. Understanding that I am always on the lookout… Always mining for some golden rock of truth… Always wanting to woo you with the wonders that have struck me – this keeps my head up, and my eyes open, and my… Read more →


It’s funny how fast light travels. Since my last post – it seems as if a few rays of hope, and truth, and goodness have made their way through those clouds I mentioned. Beams of bravery and joy don’t always seer the darkness that fast…but sometimes they do.  Lord, keep them coming. I’ve started a new writing project that’s due… Read more →

From Where I Sit

I’d rather be at the library. But when I pulled into the library parking lot this morning, I realized it was closed.Libraries should never, ever, ever be closed. Ever. So I’m here, in a busy breakfast joint instead – trying to sort out life. I’d prefer to be surrounded by books than the bustle of all these people, so I… Read more →


I’m leaning back on a velvet crimson pillow embroidered with a golden stitched crown. My feet are propped and crossed under a fine quilted throw. There are magazines picked out just for me – sitting in the chair to my left. There is a ham hot in the oven, a plate of snickerdoodles on the counter, a sky high carrot… Read more →

Last Saturday

You can’t creep up on people in an old cabin. Wood from the 1800’s creeks and cracks, making it hard to sneak. Thankfully. I have a few jokesters in my crew who like to creep up on their Mama every now and then. Due to the old flooring, I’ve been forwarned our whole stay. This morning I slipped out of… Read more →


I wonder how many letters have been written at this old dark desk. How many notes of affection, business transactions, letters of love to family in some far off town somewhere. It’s an antique. All high and broad and stoic. I’m always drawn to desks. Furniture stores, flea markets, homes of friends – I feel a sort of connection with… Read more →