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…

dive

I still remember the view from the diving board at the city pool where we took swimming lessons.  I’d stand there, hesitating, my teacher and the rest of the class watching and cheering me on. I knew it would be fine, once I jumped.  But it was the fear of jumping that kept me there….

opportunity

I tend to think of opportunity in the terms of something new and different.  A new book to read, a different project to work on.  New scope for my imagination. But I’m learning that sometimes the biggest opportunities are the ones I’m already part of. It’s just that need to dig in and get to…

One Wintry Night

One Wintry Night

Everyone piles on the couch, the kiddoes still in their pajamas.  It’s one wintry morning, and everyone is slow in waking up. The bright pictures captivate their imagination. The boy was caught in the storm. But the story draws them in. He stumbled toward the house his grandpa had built.  “If the boy could make…

wonder

They see it in each snowflake and every twinkle light, they hear it in the note of each carol and the rustle of every piece of tissue paper.  The wonder and excitement of it all.  They thrill that Christmas is coming.  They sing the tidings of His birth at the top of their lungs. No…

The End.

The End.