This weekend we celebrated our miracle baby’s 12th birthday. Every year it gives me pause to see how much time has passed and how our family has grown — in size and maturity — since the evil year of 1999. For those of you just tuning in, here’s the short version of my miscarriage story….
Happy people are fun to be with. How can I be one of them? We have this interesting dynamic going on at our house. Some of my kids are really into laughing, clapping, humming, dancing. Others? Not so much. Recently, an older sibling was shushing a younger one for expressing that joie de vivre. I…
The point of a story is never about the ending….It’s about your character getting molded in the hard work of the middle. — Donald Miller Hubs and I have been reading and discussing this book over the last few weeks. Yes, I’m cheating. It’s on the Booking It reading list for March. But, FishPapa grabbed…
photo source There’s a garden nearby where children play happily, never bickering or squabbling. They share nicely and politely. Always. They are impeccably dressed, no stains or tears in sight. The older help the younger and obviously enjoy each other’s company. The yard is well-tended with beautiful flowers, neatly trimmed bushes, and lush lawns, all…
I am not one to say that I have the perfect marriage. I am not a perfect wife. And hubs, well, he’s not perfect, either. Recently I read through an old journal that reflected a very tough year. Whew. Humbling. There are seasons of spring where everything’s roses. And there are seasons of winter when things…
I didn’t become a Christian until shortly before my 18th birthday. Until then, I’d, more or less, been a “good girl.” I didn’t smoke or drink. I didn’t party. I got good grades. There were nicer, kinder kids than me, certainly. But there were “worse.” I thought I was pretty okay. And then I learned…
It can be all too easy for us to compare ourselves to someone else. It can be the celebrity on TV, a co-worker, a family member, or the girl next door. And sometimes that comparison leads to jealousy and want. What we once thought was sufficient somehow pales next to what someone else has. Yes,…
To have an opinion worth having. I’ve been thinking about this phrase for a couple days now. My man-child is starting high school coursework in a couple days. He’s four years away from “legal independence.” But, he’s already on the road to becoming a man. He’s taller than me. He’s growing a mustache. His voice is…