Home
Seeing his shoes makes me breathe easy. All worn and untied and soft from all day wear, sitting there, at the end of our long hall.... They tell me that…
The Truck Story
I have one in the basement, situated on the corner of the hand-me-down couch, watching Paw Patrol, feeling pukey. I have another one, fur covered, full of energy, running around…
Something New
There are flowers bigger than my face clinging to a hill just outside our home. They're maroon and pink and yellow and fabulous. They sit pretty between the fence and…
The Progression of an Evening
I just started a pot of lentil and sausage soup. It's bubbling all wild and happy on the stove as I mix cornbread. It's dreary and grey and soggy outside,…
Story
Every time you read to your child you're lighting a candle. I had always known that words were my cushion and passion and breath, but I had no idea the…
Still Raining
Have you ever noticed how the trees rain even after the skies have stopped? All those leaves puddling water, they eventually release all their holding. It's been dark and wet…
Soar
We were reading a book about Herbie the Hedgehog. It was late, the children should have been tucked in and snoozing by that hour, but the evening had run long…
Lives Lit Up
Carrying candles back to my bath, two votives resting on a pale yellow plate, freshly lit and newly burning, I cupped my hand just before them so that the wind…
The Gift of Mess
Having a home that looks staged rather than tenanted is how I'd like to live, if I'm being honest. I seem to operate best when my physical home looks like…
A Morning Conviction
I'm not going for guilt here today, friends. But I am going for gut change. When you sit down with your two oldest, open thin pages of printed scripture, and…