I have a confession. I am high skilled at the art of failing to follow through. I can spitball ideas and plans with the best of them. I can even begin in the project, but when it comes to finishing, well... I'm not saying I never finish anything. I've got at least as many books … Continue reading Permission Granted
Since I took a small hiatus from sharing life, I thought maybe a quick catch up was in order. Although many of the things I'm going to share really require their own space here. Because a lot has happened. And very little of it good. In fact, we found ourselves handed one poop pie after the other over the past year and a half.
My heart's desire is to cultivate an atmosphere of peace and joy in our home. A welcoming place where we can all explore life together and have fun. One where we learn and grow together. I know it takes work to create a space with that atmosphere, but today I stumbled on it by simply being available and saying yes to the things that presented themselves throughout our day.
The reason, I think, people always tell you to keep dating after your marriage is fear of growing distant and cold to the person you share your life with. But I don't think it is dating that protects you from that
Slow. Slow down. No really, slower. It's like this refrain that plays in my head daily. I'm nearly 3 months post-op, and I'm still hearing the same words from the Lord. SLOW DOWN! At first it was pretty simple to move slowly. I literally could not move fast. But as I've recovered, gotten stronger, been … Continue reading Practicing the art of slow
Trusting the Lord has been an area of my life where I am covered in stretch marks. Places where I didn't want to grow, but the Lord has had some work He needed to do, either through me or in me. Trusting Him financially has always been a challenge. Not because He has ever failed … Continue reading When the paycheck doesn’t pay
Before our move...we'll really before we listed our house for sale...I was really good at dinner. I mean, I had a menu planned. I had all my ingredients. Each kid had their own night of the week they got to help me cook. I was a badass at dinner. (And my breakfast baked goods were … Continue reading Sometimes you win at dinner