Hurry Up and Wait

Hurry Up and Wait

With the soothing background symphony of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Muppet Babies, and Daniel the Tiger, I sat trying to get the last of my work done.  It had been a long week swimming through projects, emails, and technology I struggled to adapt to all while working under the tyranny of a three year-old who daily attempts to declare himself boss. My brain was weary, but I pushed ahead.  Because my work is a peculiar kind, I fumbled through Instagram to…

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Fall

Fall

The house is finally quiet.  I just gave the kitchen counters a last wipe down.  Set the dishwasher.  Cleared the corner of the dining room table that tends to accumulate school papers and work notes.  Made sure snack boxes were packed and waiting. I switch off the living room lamps and hear the soft sound of rain dancing on the metal roof.  The day is done.  And truth be told, so am I. It’s been one of those days.  You…

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Will of Steel

Will of Steel

I thought I was in a rut.  Maybe I was wrong… Several years ago, we started doing a fall family beach trip– mid-October when the shorelines aren’t so crowded, the sun is still warm enough to give a sun-kissed glow, but not hot enough to make the babies miserable, and the rental rates are just a little easier on the pocket book.  It was delightful. Over the summer, in desperate need of a getaway and realizing it had been a…

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The Limp and The Blessing

The Limp and The Blessing

“You need to write,” my mom said. She spoke those words to me several years ago urging me to chronicle my experiences and anecdotes of all that God has shown me in life and in littles and in love and in loss.  Over the years, I have written each time I felt God stirring something in my soul.  Many have come to me over the years and said, “Thank you for writing.  That was for me.”  (Note:  When I finally…

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Pursuing Purpose

Pursuing Purpose

Over the summer, we took the boys to the lake.  God gave me SO. MANY. BOYS. but in full disclosure, He also gave me a low tolerance for worm guts.  Because He is the God of provision, He saw fit to give me a momma who doesn’t mind worm guts when sweet husband is away at work. These boys of mine were dedicated fisherman, but severely lacking in the patience part of the sport.  Cast out, reel in.  Cast out,…

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The Hidden Places

The Hidden Places

Yesterday, I woke up with a burning conviction… Clean the house or burn it down. You might be relieved to know that I chose the former rather than the latter which seems to be the wiser and less dramatic choice.  I am nothing if not a practical drama queen. Now, if you know me at all or have ever been to my house, you can probably attest to the fact that it is almost never overwhelmingly messy.  In fact, it…

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Close to Home

Close to Home

I remember as a little girl running and playing in the yard, looking for four leaf clovers, searching for locust shells on the tree trunks, tying together flower necklaces, standing at the fence of the horse pasture basking in the whimsy of home.  It seemed larger than life.  It wasn’t much, but it was ours.  And I always knew that I was safe there—at home. It’s a strange thing now to be living back on this same land, the land…

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Keep It Simple

Keep It Simple

Brene’ Brown, famed author, speaker, and researcher said that two of the most powerful words we can hear in the human language are simply, “Me too.” And I can already tell you that when I unleash this next confession, I am certain, I will hear a resounding, “ME TOO!” from many of you who likely feel the same. If you are not my mother or sweet husband, and my phone rings with your name on it (or worse, God forbid,…

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In the Garden

In the Garden

We moved into our house in mid-August.  It came on the heels of months of being in temporary living quarters while we built.  Now, this too is not our permanent home.  It’s a shop house, barn house, barndominium, outdoor kitchen… whatever people call these things to make them feel better about the fact that when they shout at their children, “Hey, close the door!  Were you raised in a barn?” you find yourself answering your own question… “Actually, yes.  This…

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When Less Becomes More

When Less Becomes More

It’s been a while.  I haven’t written in nearly two months.  I could say I have been in a writer’s slump, but I think it’s more accurately described as a life funk.  Propelling myself forward at lightning speed and allowing the chaos to overtake the quiet. Don’t get me wrong.  Life is good.  It’s more than good.  I’m crazy blessed and there is so much to be thankful for each day.  But I find myself longing for more. Lord, I…

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