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
Mornings at my house tend to be a tad chaotic. Ever since my daughter started kindergarten, our days start earlier than usual. As a stay-at-home mom, I have always had the luxury (that I have never taken for granted!) that we can take our time easing into the day with coffee, cartoons, legos on the… Continue reading Heidi Hears God
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
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
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
It was finally here. Heidi’s last day of pre-k. Gavin and I walked into those double doors to pick Heidi up for the very last time as a preschooler. I found myself feeling nostalgic and thinking of the very first time I brought her as a three-year-old. I had been so reluctant to let her… Continue reading The One thing that never changes