Gretchen Louise

Bare

When I write, I bare my heart. I set down my thoughts and my feelings, my fears and my failures.  The words may appear in black and white but they are written with tears, sweat, and blood. And then, I press publish. With the click of a button I put my heart out there.  Many…

Blog at Home Mom

Blog at Home Mom

Blog at Home Mom is not just a book about blogging or motherhood—it’s a book about time and life management.  And it’s both honest and affirming at the same time. Christin begins by acknowledging writing as a gift from God, a passion that she can and must use for a purpose.  In fact, she goes one…

afraid

I have spent so much of my life being afraid of what people will think of me. I should have worn something different tonight — I am going to stick out like a sore thumb. Her hair is so gorgeous — everyone must think mine looks awful. My house is a mess — I can’t…

Holey, Wholly, Holy

Holey, Wholly, Holy

I grew up Baptist.  We celebrated the Palm Sunday journey that led our Savior to Good Friday and finally Resurrection Sunday, but we didn’t recognize the journey of Lent that paved the way in our own hearts. My friends in the blogosphere spoke often of Lent in the days leading up to Easter, but even…

Again

Someone spilled their juice at breakfast. Again.  And it’s no use crying over spilt milk or juice, but it’s the fact that it’s spilt over and again that tries one’s patience. Too often I react to my children’s little spills and mistakes with less patience than they show towards me. And it’s in the midst…

cherished

cherished

Christmas was the first trip we’ve taken with him that we didn’t pack the Boba or the Ergo or the wrap—or all three.  And I only wished we had it once. He’s twenty months and getting oh so very man-like. Think ahead to a time when your little boy’s a man And you’d give anything…

The End.

The End.