Sugar and mercy . . . I struggle with both. To you, maybe these two things have no relationship. But for me they are strangely connected. I am a “sugar-addict” and have been as long as I can remember. When I was a little girl, if my Mom was distracted with company, I would “sneak” […]
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I love the church. It can be flawed and messy, but I am grateful that I have also experienced beauty that keeps me coming back and softens my heart. As a kid, church was like a second home to me. My Dad was a pastor until I was four years old and then he and […]
Little People / Big Lessons
When Keith and I had kids, we had this misconception that we were going to teach our kids about life. And we had it half right – we just didn’t realize that our kids would teach us just as much. We are constantly surprised by what they say and do, especially when it comes to […]
The Empty Waffle Box and Other “Endearing” Differences
Heading home from vacation, it occurred to me that traveling is a great way to highlight the differences between males and females. Keith and I have fallen into our respective roles – he drives (as efficiently as his family will allow) and I hand out snacks, change movies, organize electronics, gather trash, refill sippy cups, […]
Perspective . . . parked by a dumpster, on a rainy day, at a tiny rural gas station
Well, 41 isn’t a big deal compared to 40, but I can’t say that I look forward to birthdays anymore. I have to pretend to be excited about it because the kids are excited and I don’t want to be “Debbie Downer,” reminding everyone that I’m marching toward death at a rapid pace or that, […]
Walmart Girl in an Apple Store World
When I took this picture, I had no idea what I was going to do with it. I was just fascinated by this odd collection of items that greeted me at Walmart, so I took the picture in amusement (my lucky husband gets to see these weird pictures on our iCloud photostream – I’m sure […]
Embracing and Letting Go
The other night I had an interesting experience with my daughters. My 8-year-old, Carlie, wanted to sleep in my bed (something I rarely agree to, but Keith was out of town, so I relented). As we were lying in bed, both reading books to get sleepy, she seemed so grown up, and I realized how […]
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