this blog writing essay is being submitted to Glennon @ http://momastery.com. I admire her writing…and do agree with her mantra that love always wins. the below contains some excerpts from my book, that i have been forever working on…. describe your beautiful messy life. writing about my life before “us,” makes me uneasy. the font is… Read More beautiful messy life
i painted the color black over a sign that once said “bless this nest.” seriously, doesn’t God’s blessing envelope everyone? or only those nests that beckon blessings on a gray slate, with a price tag $14.99? thank goodness that we keep evolving in wisdom, people. new sign now says: bring good energy… i mounted our… Read More love lives here too.
andrew had a history assignment (or maybe literature) where he was given 6 guests to host at a dinner party. these guests were politicians, lawyers and leaders in history. two open seats remained and he could invite anyone that he wanted. however, there was one caveat….. these guest had to relate to one another. his grade… Read More who would you sit next to?
i was working on this blog a couple of days ago. i didn’t have all the pieces to tie together a story until…. today, i opened up Excel and found this: Noah created his very first spreadsheet. I’m not surprised that this 7-year-old could figure out how to build a spreadsheet… i mean after all, his… Read More Legacy Love (serious title)
today started out overly human. it could be due to the lack of sleep we had the night prior. addison’s baseball team made a brave attempt for a come-back in the 9th inning. it was after 10 p.m. before we left the field and where i also left my buns that froze off. at any rate… Read More an overly human day
dear boys, i was asked to attend a community of lovely mothers to routinely pray for each of you. i’m afraid that after the gathering when they asked if they were any questions – i raised my hand and then made a mess of my thoughts and peppered in the words like praying for… Read More livin’ on a prayer – bon jovi had it right.
For over ten years now I’ve been writing a memoir. Some in my mind. Some in notebooks. Some in blogs. Each sentence is like a piece of stain glass. Some pieces are jagged and muted in color and some pieces are beautifully edged and allow for a prism of colors. Lately, I’ve been… Read More God help me (write)
Today was quite a day. The morning started off with a slam dunk on the Spalding basketball hoop that broke off a piece of the acrylic from the backboard that oddly resembled sonic’s helmet and speed as Andrew ran into the house crying – all before the school bus opened it accordion doors. My immediate… Read More What a day.
His basketball jersey hung off one shoulder and it draped to his knees like a throw back to the 80’s. Only a mom would notice his knit tank. I envisioned the words – WAKE ME UP BEFORE YOU GO-GO… He could have cared less about his appearance. He was only upset about the jersey… Read More High hope for the hoops
I pray daily to live whole to match the personality to the soul to forgive past hurts and calm its seas nothing to remain but its blessings to me to be vulnerable and innocent like a child to have faith in the Father and trust in a smile to let joy stay and be a… Read More wholehearted me