Snow Days
I'm looking out on a stark white yard, a hunched magnolia, and flakes falling in a sweet kind of rhythm. I like the silence of the snow. It builds up…
Dead Mums and Stuff
"I miss waking up to you writing." It felt like a balm and a dagger. He said it pre-dawn, as he sat down on our bed to watch his Mom…
Harbors
Sometimes He wakes me to woo me. Into scripture. Into writing. Into time talking with Him "while the dew is still on the roses". But other days He simply woos…
Gladness
I feel like mothers live in this thick divide between pure, unadulterated bliss on one side, and absolute helplessness on the other. Motherhood is a mix like that. One minute…
Raising the Brave
It's Sunday. The sun is hot and high, beating and beaming. It's a thick and busty 95 degrees. I have Texas blood pumping through my Cherokee veins so I'm choosing…
Labor
Twelve years ago today I labored long and wondered what I'd done to myself. Walking into the hospital with freckles and pig tails and an over due boy baby I…
Where Jesus Sits
Out of my side eye I watched his chest and shoulders heave up and down in happy laughter, as we listened to a comedian crack truths about life. Because really,…
Enhanced
When the big goes down it's the little that lifts you up again. I've never known this to be truer than now in this season. Last week. It was full…
Snapshot
Sunshine is spilling in from the glass on our balcony door and splashing warmth all over our white frayed comforter. It's making Saturday feel special. This is extra sweet because…
An Early Easter
My feet were the first to hit the floor this morning. Rare, for a Sunday. When your husband is your preacher, he's usually the one who rises earliest on the…