My Momma and Me, My Abba and Me

I had the rare opportunity to spend a Saturday morning with my littlest. I love age 3. A little person is bursting out of his body. He has ideas, sense of humor, words to connect us. He loves discovering the world around him, and he still loves working beside his Momma. We started the day [...]


Advent 3- The Presence of Joy

“When a woman is giving birth, she has sorrow because her hour has come, but when she has delivered the baby, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world. So also you have sorrow now, but I will see you again, and your hearts will [...]

Advent Week 1: Seasons of Waiting

The first advent candle represents hope. And is not hope in its simplest form a season of waiting with the believe that something far greater is yet to come? With hope as a central theme to Christmas we see that the Christmas story starts long before the angel came to visit Mary. I suppose it [...]

The Velveteen Friendship

He picks him up by his floppy ear and drags him through dirt, grass, and leaves. Not sure where they are going, but they are going to do it together. They are good friends.  The feeling is mutual as far as I can tell.  Little Bear never pulls back or runs away.  He never gets [...]

Let Me Love When I Have No Love

As my kids gobbled down breakfast, the words to a silent prayer rose up out of nowhere. “Let me love when my soul has no more love to give.” I should have taken it as a sign that it was going to be quite the day…

Summer Fades to Autumn

I feel the deep curling inward, At least the longing for it. I feel the boiling energy of summer Coming back to simmer in my soul before hibernation. The beautiful buds are turning, Splashes of color hanging among the green. The summer air thick and warm continues to cling With a crisp gust pushing in [...]

The Mother Hen

Despite my original suspicion of getting chickens, I like to go out as afternoon turns into evening to gather eggs. I don’t live on a farm, I’m far from a homesteader, but there is a corner of my heart that longs to let the earth fill my home. (Although, the weeds that are as tall [...]