Tonight I’m marinating in Isaiah 6; the familiar throne room vision. The “Whom shall I send?” and the “Here am I.” and the coal and the woe and the unclean lips. I’ve read it a million times and I know the jist. I am a sinner. So unworthy. But Christ has redeemed me- Now… Continue reading Woah…Woe?
Before I had kids I loved Christmas. Twinkle lights were a part of my everyday decor. I played Christmas music way too early. I love advent readings in church. Seeing friends who are too busy the other 11 months of the year. Christmas plays- I acted in them. Christmas banquets- I served them. Presents- oh how… Continue reading So this is Christmas.
When we first started planning The Shy One’s birthday party I was unaware that November is “Adoption Awareness” Month. This month I have become very aware of adoption. I read this post that a friend brought to my attention and since then I haven’t been able to get this line out of my head; “bad… Continue reading Awareness
i am a joy addict. Wedding pictures make me smile ear to ear. Let’s face it, most wedding pictures are very similar. There’s one of the ring, one of the dress, one of the groom seeing the bride for the first time, one of the bride and her daddy, one of the kiss, one of… Continue reading ‘Cuz I’m Happy.
Dear Mrs. Hadfield; I want to sincerely thank you for sharing your husband with the world. It was ‘Music Monday’ and my kids came home humming “If you could see our nation, from the International Space Station’, I had no idea what they were babbling about and then my daughter asked if she could use… Continue reading An Open Letter to Helene Hadfield
(A little more writing this month, hopefully, as I take a class and stretch my writing muscles. Here is my response to today’s challenge: Write about three songs that have meaning to you.) Small Bump It’s on my playlist for the gym, about half way through. Right about that time when my quads are screaming… Continue reading The Rhythm of my Heart
The recess bell rings. Tommy brought a brand new soccer ball. Everyone rushes to the field, and waits for him to choose. You found the perfect tie. You spent hours getting your hair to stay that high. You walk in, find your side and then you wait for someone to make that long walk across… Continue reading Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.