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one more
It’s been a long day. I’ve been telling myself we’ll make it to bedtime with everyone’s sanity and hearts intact. I’ve been telling myself we’re doing great and it’s ok to be a little tuckered out. I’ve been telling myself I’m just a little tense with the old nerves, it’s been a long day, you…
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His grace is
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…
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my memories first
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…
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Come away
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…
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even living?
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…
a scribble of jo 