Today I realized my lack of freedom all over again. I really wanted to get some peaches from the grocery at 99 cents/pound and to see if I could hit up a sale over at Old Navy for some end of summer sales. While I was gone during nap time, Esmae woke up and I got frantic texts from Gabe...
As the white blankets begin to thin under the warmth of a nearing sun, and the green pushes up through the soil—once believed never to return—we often feel our hearts, wrapped so tightly in woolen scarves, begin to thaw as well. And before we know it, we’re in the sweltering heat of summer, with flowers blooming, and trees filled again,...
Last night it took me 45 minutes to do bedtime with Esmae. Simply, I was delighting in the squeezing of each dainty little toe, and savoring the tiny, excited, splashes she was making in the warm bathwater. I pulled out the camera and desperately tried to get a photo to document all of the sweetness that she is. Although much...
This last week I was fighting for the wrong things. You see, we threw a party for our son’s adoption. I wanted the party to be so cute, themed, and fun. I wanted it to involve all kinds of cute foods, decorations, and most of all the people we love. Somehow in the midst of the planning, my focus was...
These past few days I have been mauling over the thought of communal living. While driving on the interstate, while cutting peppers, sipping my morning coffee, brushing my teeth, folding the laundry, and even while picking up the thousandth book from the floor, my mind keeps rolling back to community. I do believe that God is prying open an area...
There has been a streak of days now—two, maybe three, where I’ve just felt off. Surely, you know what I mean. These are the days when waking up is accompanied by the nagging desire to crawl back under the soft sheets and drift back away to some far off land only to wake up again later (whenever later may be)...
This last week has been, well, I don’t feel quite like “trying” is the appropriate word. It may be a bit dramatic, but let’s just say, last week pulled me to the edges of myself. I’m sure you’re just dying to hear what brought me to this low abode. Wait for it…I potty trained our two-year-old. Notice the past tense...
I force my my heavy legs over the side of the tousled blankets before I even pry the lids of my eyes open. Resenting her cries that pull me from the warmth of my freshly cleaned sheets, I make my way to the next room where our newest addition to the family sings with need for her mama. “I just...
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