There’s something about Precious Moments illustrations that I can’t resist. It could have something to do with my mom collecting the figurines. Or the fact that I grew up on the Precious Moments storybooks myself. Or just their very cuteness. All that to say, the new My Christmas Bible Storybook board book from Precious Moments…
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…
a guest post by Hayley Morgan Facebook. The modern social hive. I’ve been part of Facebook since it’s earliest days, when it required a university email address and a willingness to allow ex-boyfriends to see your every move. Since then, as far as Facebook is concerned, everything and nothing has changed. Facebook has since turned into…
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…
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