I had forgotten how three-year-olds make me question everything in life. It’s been three years since my oldest was three, and I can’t believe I forgot how tough the age of three was. Between the tantrums and the potty-training and the attitude and the tantrums and…did I say tantrums?… I struggle to keep up with… Continue reading Tiny teenagers and finding peace in the chaos
As I get older, sometimes I wonder if the idea of Easter really is crazy. It’s tough to admit, but the thought crosses my mind periodically. What if the idea that some guy died 2,000 years ago, rose from the dead, and now lives in me… is ludicrous? What if believing that he wandered around… Continue reading What if?
Ok, here’s the deal. I published a blog post a few weeks ago in which I may have lied a little. It wasn’t really my intention. I just hadn’t developed my thoughts well enough. I was about twenty-five percent there. Most of my thoughts are half-baked these days, thanks to my kids, so please have… Continue reading A little lie
When I was younger, New Year’s Resolutions revolved around my free time. This year I will learn a new skill/craft/dish. This year I will try a new sport, go on a trip, or read X amount of books. They were fun challenges that were easy to tackle. As I got older, my resolutions began to… Continue reading New Hope For a New Year
I don’t like shots. Any kind of shot still makes my grown-up heart a little nervous. I know it’s only a prick. I know it’s only a second. But for goodness’ sake, it’s still a needle coming at me and doesn’t that make most people uncomfortable? Worse than getting my flu shot is taking my… Continue reading Flu Shot Faith
Putting Heidi on the bus her first day of kindergarten broke my heart into a thousand pieces. Ok, maybe that’s a little dramatic. But that’s how I felt standing on the curb as the bus pulled away, my firstborn on her way to school and tears falling down my cheeks. The morning started off great.… Continue reading Kindergarten jitters…for mama
I have always loved the outdoors, even at a young age. I remember laying in bed with my windows open as many nights as the weather would allow…which was pretty much always unless it was the bitter middle of winter. I loved hearing rain, thunder, breezes, crickets in the night, bullfrogs and birds. I would feel… Continue reading Resting in the clouds
