To the mom who is just starting out… And to myself. You’re excited about homeschooling. And completely terrified. Breathe. God has entrusted your children to you. Not to anyone else. To you. He knew they needed you. You need them too. You are uniquely equipped to be their mom—to love them, to walk alongside them, … Continue reading Dear homeschool mom who is just starting out…
"All the paths of the Lord are steadfast love and faithfulness..." (Psalm 25:10). Morning calm. The girls are sleeping in and I am taking advantage of a few extra minutes of quiet before the daily chaos begins. I've been working on making home a haven, despite the fact that the walls need to be painted … Continue reading My Home, My Haven
It’s almost autumn. The mid-afternoon sun is hot, and in the orchard, sleepy cows rest in the shade of an apple tree. Although the tree is old and gnarled, its leaves are still green and plump fruit hangs red. Near the fence, thistles are bursting with wisps of seed waiting to be caught in the … Continue reading (Almost) Autumn Hikes and Room to Breathe
Once again, I sit on the dock and soak in the evening sun. Photographers call this “the golden hour”—that hour before sunset when all the world is bathed in gilded light. And this weathered platform at the end of an overgrown boardwalk is my quiet place, my hideaway. It’s beautiful here. Dragonflies and damselflies flit … Continue reading The Golden Hour
We sit cross-legged on weathered wood and look across the lake. Gentle hills, thick with trees, rise and fall on the other side. And in the water, lily pads rise and fall too. “Dose weaves are walking on da water!” my three-year old exclaims. Last weekend, thunder crashed and the lake churned. Lightning lit up … Continue reading The Rhythm of Rest
The hallway is lined with suitcases. We’ve never done anything like this before and I'm not exactly sure what to pack for a whole month away. So I simply packed it all. Seriously. Everything. (Or close to it, anyway.) When a friend first told me about a potential month-long opportunity to serve at a Christian … Continue reading At Least Consider It
We stood on the dusty shoulder watching the tow truck driver load up the car. Transport trucks roared past. I turned to the state trooper. “Thank you for your help.” He had spent at least an hour with us that afternoon, trying to identify and solve the problem. My words seemed inadequate. The afternoon sun … Continue reading The Day I Left My Fear in the Dust
