They filled the airports that weekend, as I travelled home. I wondered about their stories as I saw them. How much have they given up to serve our country? What all have their families gone through to support them? I wanted to go up to each one and say “thank you.” But I’d have missed…
Our oldest daughter was born the day before Thanksgiving, November 21, 2007. In honor of her fifth birthday today, I’m sharing her birth story, transcribed from her baby album. Dear Ru, When Mommy went to the Dr. on November 21, 2007, I sure wasn’t expecting to be holding you by the end of the day. Everything had been…
“Stay where you can hear His voice.” It’s the lesson from Allume that keeps reverberating in my head. When I want rules, when I want guidelines, Ann Voskamp’s words echo back. She told the story in parable form, as she does so well. Their daughter asked how far she could go away from the church…
It’s when the quiet settles in after a long day that I feel my body relax. I can finally hear myself think. If it’s naptime, I can write or work. If it’s nighttime, I can curl up with a book or cuddle up with my husband. But those quiet moments are so few and far…
It was one of those mornings. Other people’s to-do lists crowding out my own, yesterday’s laundry begging to be washed, and constant phone calls on a dying cell phone. I was feeling sorry for myself, running high on caffeine and low on patience. Then someone fell and there was blood and a quick trip to…
My daddy’s roots go deep. He planted his family not 30 miles from where his great grandpa raised his own children. The tilling of the land might have lessened a bit with each generation, but that hasn’t changed the way these men are tied to the place they’ve always called home. I like to think…
Last Friday, their black and white words came alive when I heard each voice read her own creation aloud. With the sound of her voice, her message took on the full color of life. There was no losing her meaning with those inflections, those choked back tears. At Allume, I hugged women who’d been only…
originally written in 2004 When asked how long I was homeschooled, I answer: “Forever.” I truly can’t remember a time before homeschooling, because for us, homeschooling was a way of life. My dad graduated from the public school in the small town where we still live; my mom was a charter member of a Christian…
Creating pinnable graphics, composing the perfect Tweets to promote our posts, and then sharing them at the optimum times on Facebook take time . . . It’s easy to get so bogged down in blogging that we lose the joy in writing. If you don’t have time to find the perfect image, don’t worry—spend your…
I don’t know about you, but left to itself, my blog sidebar quickly resembles my kitchen counter: it becomes a catch-all. Every button, link, and feed I don’t know where to put ends up there. And before you know it, the sidebar is so cluttered you can’t see anything! I like clean and simple sidebars…
When you login to Facebook, it asks, “What’s on your mind?” But does everyone need to know what’s on your mind? When you visit Twitter, it asks, “What’s happening?” But Twitter isn’t just about what’s happening to you. “We were never created to live ‘publicly,’” says Sarah Markley. No one really needs a play-by-play Twitter…
No Thumbnail? No problem. Ever go to share a link on Facebook and the URL is the only thing that shows up? No picture or summary? Run the link through the debugger and Facebook will update its image: https://developers.facebook.com/tools/debug. (You can do this whether it’s your link or someone else’s.) Wrong Thumbnail? Get a WordPress…
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