
There have been a lot of specific moments this summer that have revealed to me how far we’ve come. A few weeks ago, the kids and I went out for pizza at our favorite spot. The kids like it because there’s an old-school gum-ball machine in the vestibule. I like it because I can buy…

Something beautiful happened a few weeks ago. On Mother’s day. My day. It wasn’t significant elsewhere, but in the pew where I sat for church, something happened. Something important and glorious and hard and hopeful. All for me. I’ve been angry lately. I’ve been angry and resentful and prideful. Angry like a blister that bursts its juice and the dead skin is peeled back to…

I took this picture in April 2021, on a day Eric and I had to ourselves. As parents of young kids, we had learned early that the best getaways were the ones where we got the kids away and we could stay home ourselves. This day and a half to ourselves was perfect. Eric spent the night before on the playstation while I whittled hours…
I’ve been thinking about that strange paradox between living and grieving. We’re forced to do one but we need to do another. The one doesn’t leave much room for the other. The one often overshadows the other. Responsibilities don’t allow me room to do much reflecting. There are three rascals to feed, to hold, to dress, to bathe, to raise. There is a home to…

Something important is happening here, but I still can’t pin down what. It’s clear from my children’s happy days and satisfied sleeps that we’re making it. We keep making it. Each day arrives, and we’re still here, but now something new bids us forward into each morning. Is this joy? Is this hope? We made Christmas cookies this week. It’s taken us a couple of…
Do justice. Love kindness. Walk humbly.
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