Uncategorized Of Sundays and Scribbles 23 Nov 202023 Nov 2020 Sundays are becoming my favorite. I've started a new tradition on Sundays where I take a nap after lunch and take a Facebook fast for the day. It is ah-mazing.…
Uncategorized Of Sweets and Snares 27 May 20209 Nov 2020 About two years ago, I wrote a post about the deception and dangers of gluttony. It took two more years for me to delve deeper into this conviction and identify…
Uncategorized Of Blahs and Blogs 26 May 2020 Writing a blog about writing a blog is a bit redundant. But I often find myself wondering why I post online instead of just keeping these thoughts in a private…
Uncategorized On the Other Side of Blink 21 May 2020 "Don't blink" they say For soon, one day This bundle you're snuggling Will be on their way To crawling To walking To tempers To talking And that little baby Tucked…
Uncategorized Of Walls Where There Are None 20 May 2020 For most of my childhood I thought that anger (or being angry) was a sin. Somehow I thought it said so in the Bible. But Ephesians 4:26 says, "Be angry…
Uncategorized Of Silence and Solitude 24 Mar 2020 Solitude, being quiet or still, generally makes us uncomfortable. Why is that? We know at our core that we want our souls to feel at peace, and yet this unrest,…
Uncategorized Of Margins and the Non-Messy 18 Sep 2018 It's easy to write about the messiness of motherhood. Of the chaos and the crazy. As I'm sitting here, though, let me describe one of the sweet and beautiful moments…
Uncategorized Of Starving Hearts and Socialism 18 Jul 2018 These are surface thoughts. Choppy fragments. This post is a muddled collection of concepts and ideas and questions I've been mulling over, but sometimes writing things out provides clarity. I…
Uncategorized Of Robin Hood and Revelation 13 Jul 2018 Growing up, one of my favorite movies was Disney's animated Robin Hood. As a parent, the classic is still in my collection--only I've upgraded from the chunky VHS to a…
Uncategorized Of Scheduling a Slowdown 11 Jul 2018 Summer was my favorite season when I was a kid. No school, long sunny days, and dirty, bare feet that needed to be washed every night. As an adult, the…