“It is more blessed to give than to receive.” After praying that God would make these words true for me as a wife, mother, friend - person - I’ve been wondering what holds me back from this. Why don’t I behave on a daily basis like this is true? I long to be generous. With …
On Being Home
I recently experienced a revival of sorts in my mothering. And my life - especially my life (and my mothering) overseas. Don't get me wrong: mothering is the hardest thing I've ever done (as much as it's also the most awesome thing I've ever done) and most days involve some kind of hard-earned learning -- …
Local Preschool: Initial Freakout
Jubilee had her first day of local preschool today. Perhaps I will write later about that (it went well!), but this one is dedicated to the panic I first felt a couple weeks ago when the imminence of this day hit me like a swift punch to the gut (or heart, more like). Suffice it …
Beauty in the Brokenness of Parenthood
Parenthood can be kind-of mind blowing. Sure it's completely common and normal, and yet, what a very central way for God to design humanity to show us that it is just NOT about us. Any parent that is even remotely an okay parent is putting someone else before themselves, though the frequency and skill at which that …
What I hope to teach my girls (and why ‘not being rude’ will be low on the list)
I was telling my friend the other day about this scene from "Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt," where one of the girls tells is abducted by a man who asked her to come out to his car with him. She doesn't want to be rude, so she goes. And is abducted. Matt Lauer's cameo character comically (tragically) …
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Resources for a Grieving Momma (and those who love them)
Sharing a miscarriage publicly (online) is not for everyone -- everyone grieves and processes differently. But having shared mine publicly, I've experienced the privilege of joining in the dance of sorrow and joy with friends and acquaintances who are also processing losses. (Sorrow because of the obvious wretchedness of what has happened, but joy in …
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“In a taxi and I can’t stop crying”
I really can't "trust" my body not to suck. But, I can trust my God. Who absolutely does not suck. Who, the complete opposite of suck, is Life, Power, Strength and Light. And Who is in absolute control over this body of mine (and the growing life inside of it).
Canaan
Though I've had many thoughts swirling in my mind the past few months, they have not been typed out, for whatever reason. But I've started reading Playing God by Andy Crouch, and that's got me inspired to get my creative juices flowing. More on that another time. A big part of what's been happening is grief. I had a …
Bye Bye Che Barn: Or, the day I bought a 35 meter extension cord to avoid a guy.
35 meters of bright green freedom: priceless.
hope for the sojourn 