There are those Dove models–brazen to be shot beneath studio lights from all angles. And then there’s me, accounting for every ounce that changes on the scale. Single, wiry hairs devoid of color are so commonplace now that I’ve stopped keeping track; I pull my hair up and shift a strand here or there to… Continue reading Project 40 // month two
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Project 40 // Month One
I turn forty this year. You may or may not regard forty as something to remark over but considering that I refused to call my thirtieth birthday for what it was and instead insisted upon calling it my twenty-ten birthday, forty is something I’m taking notice of. It’s landing on me so very much differently… Continue reading Project 40 // Month One
Miles
Last night we packed a cold pasta salad and drove down the street, pool noodles and towels in hand. We keyed in, chose a table and spooned dinner onto paper plates. And then we bowed our heads, giving thanks for the food but also for more. Nine months ago things were different. Nine months ago… Continue reading Miles
Color of a dream
His fingers inch across the space between until they find the small of my back. Like playing keys on a piano he presses and soothes–muscles stiff from sleep. Hazy gray light is heavy in our bedroom, and after nearly two months spent waiting for the window coverings to arrive, we’re thankful for the lingering dark… Continue reading Color of a dream
Writing Scripture on support beams of new construction
Hi, friends! With the Thanksgiving holiday and a replenishing visit with my people under my belt, I’m trying to tiptoe back into normalcy this week, starting with sharing some photos of the new house today–only these pictures might not be what you expect. Jeff and I had the chance to visit Huntsville last month–just the… Continue reading Writing Scripture on support beams of new construction
The 28 Homes Project
One of the most tedious aspects of building a home in one city while residing across the country in another is the decision making. Trust me when I tell you that there are a LOT of decisions that go into building a new home. As the customer and future homeowner, we get to choose things… Continue reading The 28 Homes Project
This is 37
On the eve of his birthday, I always tell Jayce that I’m going to miss him. I’ve been doing it since he was teensy. I’m going to miss you so much because I’m never going to see my three-year-old snuggly bear again. But I’m excited to meet my four-year-old snuggly bear. This morning–before he left… Continue reading This is 37
Teaching Kids Bible Lessons with a Buddy Box Subscription
This post is part of a social shopper marketing insight campaign with Pollinate Media Group® and Lifetree, but all my opinions are my own. #pmedia #growkidsfaith http://my-disclosur.es/OBsstV My family has a unique way of doing church. We “attend” every Sunday morning in our pajamas from the comfort of our living room. It’s definitely not ideal;… Continue reading Teaching Kids Bible Lessons with a Buddy Box Subscription
The simmering year
Dear husbandry, As I sit down to write this letter to you it is the day before our eleventh anniversary. It’s a Thursday, my least favorite day of the week. Already this morning I’ve followed behind Cassidy to clean messes both toothpaste-y and littered with glass shards. And then there was the black bean soup… Continue reading The simmering year
The Rock
If we’re Facebook friends, you may remember having seen this update I posted back in June. If you read the text, you’ll see that the first picture was taken just after the boys and I had finished walking prayer circles around the lot. When I say we walked prayer circles, I mean to say that… Continue reading The Rock
Five generations strong
Every once in awhile a something comes across on my Facebook that makes me cringe: a post or a share or a dramatic declaration that oozes feminism. To be clear, I should say that I don’t believe feminism to be a bad thing, strictly speaking. Different but equal, if you will. Modern society, though, has… Continue reading Five generations strong
There came life
Right now, life in transition roars like static in my ears. It rushes in blurred streaks like cars on the freeway. It is neither here nor there but clustered in tight bunches, dotted across the map. Within upheaval there is the risk of certain memories fading and so I’m pressing an inconceivable pause button long… Continue reading There came life