I’ve been working on a fiction piece for….for a long time. Maybe longer than I care to admit.
As I’ve mentioned before, God speaks to my strange little heart in strange ways. I am so thankful that though I seek to learn, grow, and speak His language, he is more fluent in the dialect of my heart than I am, and meets my seeking heart wherever I’m at. Once upon a time, several … More Catching Fire: More Than A Story to Me
It was a calm afternoon, big brother was at preschool, little brother was sleeping, and Ellie was perched on a counter-stool eating lunch. I had ventured into the princess’s lair, rather her “house-room” as she calls her little domain. I can’t quite remember what I was looking for as I waded through piles from her … More Don’t Push My Buttons
I’ve become a parent in the age of pitchfork parenting. Every accident and mishap is someone’s “fault.” People join the hunt, pitchforks in hand, to expose parental insufficiency, and tout how “I would never.” In a time of reflection I stumbled on a key reason this cultural phenomenon occurs.
My husband, Justin, held the Nerf gun that had already left an angry red welt on my side, aggravation mode in high gear. That thing is the devil’s Nerf gun. It feels like getting shot close range with a paintball gun. Justin pointed the Nerf gun at me. I aimed a death glare in return. … More He’d Take A Bullet For Me
Levi is my combination rough and tumble/snuggle bug. He is stocky and solid. Giving him hugs is like squeezing a bear cub. I’m dreading him growing out of his lingering baby attributes. We have a little routine every evening while I make dinner. I’ll be chopping and dicing above as he repeatedly opens and closes … More The Dept. of Unclaimed Grace
I want to start by saying it’s NEVER my intention to stir pots or poke wounds, but I also recognize the inevitability of unintentionally offending someone because I walk in a land full of hurting people who’ve been through horrible experiences. I fear you can’t hear my tone, my compassion, or my aching heart through … More Serpent-Doves Among Wolves
Love…. So much is said and done in the name of love. We love God. We love our spouses. We love our children. We love pizza….. Because I am a Christian, “that word” is thrown in my face at the corner of every social issue.