While Friday nights aren’t nearly as exciting as they were before kids, I still look forward to them. Every Friday night, we make hot dogs and macaroni for dinner, put our pajamas on early, and have a movie night with ice cream. I love these nights because everyone can finally relax after a long week.… Continue reading When our (Minecraft) world falls apart
My son turned four in January, and I have to say, I love my kids’ birthdays. I get so sentimental every time one comes around. I look back at pictures from the day they were born. I watch videos from their slobbering toddler years. I laugh with tears in my eyes at their preschool antics.… Continue reading The Art of Celebration: Theology of a Birthday Party
I love New Year’s. While I am not much of a planner in general, I love getting everything squared away for a new year. The Christmas decorations have (sadly) been put away, the house freshly cleaned, closets and toys recently purged. My brain space feels sufficiently cleared to consider my goals, my plans, my dreams… Continue reading Slow and steady in 2018
Writing has been tougher than it used to be. The world’s been in a sad way. The news makes my heart ache. Give me all those babies without mamas! Give me a bunker underground where I can just hide from all the scary stuff! Give me earplugs so I don’t have to hear from all… Continue reading Bad News, Good God
I guess I should be honest. I’ve had some big questions for God recently. And it all started with my son. Our second child ushered in as much uncertainty as he did chaos when he arrived. He was born healthy, nursed well, and was an extremely robust baby. However, he didn’t sleep well. At all.… Continue reading Time To Be Honest
It had been a long day. The dog days of summer had arrived and the heaviness of the heat seemed to stifle even in the house where the air was conditioned. We had finally adjusted to being together all day every day, me and the kiddos, but I still fell into bed exhausted each night… Continue reading Tucked In: Present Storms & a Future Hope
I had a day last week where motherhood broke me. My daughter’s attitude, my son’s constant disobeying, my lack of confidence in my parenting abilities, and my lack of sleep caught up to me. It was the witching hour: 4 p.m. My daughter was home from school and tired. My son was begging me for… Continue reading Laundry and Lamenting: A Response to Charlottesville
