Updated on July 14, 2016
It falls down a hundred times a day. This picture and these words of scripture. It seems it hangs too closely to my front door. Or maybe not? Because isn’t it always God’s word that we need right in our faces before we walk out the door?
Updated on June 20, 2017
My first memories of Vacation Bible School have to do with juice and goldfish. The juice that came in a metal can and had to be opened with something my mom referred to as a “church key”? Read More
Updated on June 16, 2016
The world seems to be breaking right apart this week. It is horrifying and overwhelming. And when my 11 year old son sits down to breakfast, his frozen waffles smeared with peanut butter, he scans over the front page of the newspaper; stories of death and devastation making their way right into our kitchen, and he fires off this question, “Why, mom? Why does God let these awful things happen?” I nearly stop breathing.
Updated on June 13, 2016
They waited all week for that kayak. The one we had promised to rent while on vacation. The one that, yes, they would be allowed to take out by themselves. Their dad said that, not me. I get seasick just looking at the waves for too long; so this was his gig. Finally, the boat was delivered and carried to the beach. The little one’s life vest was buckled tight and everyone told where to hold on.
“And if anyone falls out, you help get them back in,” my husband instructed the older one who is bigger and stronger than me now. He nodded and we ducked as they waved the oars around in excitement. “Let us go! Push us out! We’ll be fine!” They insisted. We pushed, still trying to holler instructions and they paddled hard, whacking the sand in the shallow water. And then, off they went into the glistening emerald green waters. Read More
Posted on May 27, 2016
“What do you love the most of anything?” my youngest is shivering in the early evening summer shadows. Swimming pool wet and popsicle mustached, he pulls his towel close and this question pops right out. He doesn’t wait for me to answer. This kid talks as fast as he thinks. “I love the pool and cannonballs the most of anything.” He’s dancing around trying to get warm as one of his brothers shoots a water gun his direction.
“You love this pool more than mom?” a brother questions. “That’s crazy!”
The little one looks concerned and draws in close; chattering teeth and dripping wet little body right next to mine. Chlorine, sunscreen and cherry popsicle all mingle together in the air as he leans in to kiss me. “I love you most too. It’s just I can’t do a cannonball onto you. And cannonballs are awesome!”
So, we are just a few days into summer and apparently I rank right up there with the pool as things my 7 year old loves “the most of anything”. I’ll just consider that a victory for today!
Updated on May 20, 2016
The little chalkboard in our kitchen tells me that there are 4 days of school left. 4 days! People are excited around here. Leaping, jumping, hollering kind of excited. And me, too. I think? Because the end of math worksheets, vocabulary sentences and countries of Africa to remember is in sight! And no more panicked calls for lunch money or forgotten gym clothes. Yes! Bring on summertime! Read More
Updated on May 12, 2016
I have three boys. If you are from the south, this is where you bless my heart. Otherwise, you just ask me about my grocery bill. Because yes, I need my heart blessed, and yes I spend most of my free time at the grocery store. With three boys and a husband, food is important around here. And we run out of stuff all the time. So, my people are always making these lists of things we need. Now, I know that they are trying to be helpful.
But, I just don’t do lists. Mostly because when I rush out the door to the store, I manage to leave these lists – somewhere?? So, I am adopting a new grocery store strategy. No. More. Lists. It is revolutionary, really. You just go to the store and buy what you need. Simple. Easy. Fool – proof.
Posted on May 5, 2016
We’ve been doing this all year. The list of words and the sentences that need to be written. The first grader curled up on his legs in the space of his little homework desk. Frustrated, anxious and hopeful that I will just give him all the answers and end the ‘sight word sentence writing torture’. But I am resilient. I do not write 1st grade sight word sentences. Even in the face of tears and pleading and sweet little neighbor faces waiting at the front door to play. I do not write 1st grade sight word sentences. And he knows this. Yet, he is sly, this little one of mine.
Updated on April 27, 2016
The kitchen table. There is no place quite like it. And just so you know- that picture up there is my actual kitchen table – the one with the syrup rings, the dirty napkins and the waffle crumbs. It looks cleaner in black and white, just FYI. This is the place where real life happens at my house. Right here. This is where it all goes down. Where milk is spilled, laughter is loud, tears are sometimes louder, crazy stories are told, bills are paid, arguments are had and hard lessons are learned.
To be honest, I googled “kitchen table images” in hopes of finding a nice one to go with this post – and there were some awesome images. But I felt a little weird inviting you in and then faking you out with a pretend kitchen table. So, here you go; the real thing. You’re welcome. Read More