There are four words that are saving my life right now. By ‘saving my life’ I just mean helping me to keep turning my soul towards God, again and again. Because I often forget who I am, and what I am. These phrases remind me that I am more than just these skin and bones,… Continue reading these 4 words
Oh my poor bedside table. I think it might just collapse under the weight of the books and journals I've placed there. I used to be more adamant about my "one book at a time" rule, but I've thrown caution to the wind these days. When a book cries out to me from the library… Continue reading a hungry faith
Change is in the air. A new school year is here, and this time around I hug both of my boys good-bye before they enter those big doors, backpacks thumping against their little legs. (Is it just me or does the cuteness factor of a 4 year old sky- rocket the second you place a… Continue reading with both hands open
“Many people, myself among them, feel better at the mere sight of a book.” – Jane Smiley My husband says I should get out more. And he's probably right. The wake-up call happened when I broke yet another vacuum by clogging it with all of my hair. "Do you think I have a problem? Am… Continue reading so many books, so little time.
Dear Mommas, How is your summer going? I hope you’ve found yourself laughing a great big belly laugh, have found yourself smiling wider than you have in a while. I hope you’ve put your feet up and lost yourself in a good book. I hope you’ve had a chat with a friend that uplifted and… Continue reading a soulful summer
You know that moment when your day is coming to a close. The sky is edging its way to darkness, the dishwasher is churning (ahh, music to my ears), perhaps a candle has been lit to signify that this, right here, right now, is sacred space. You’ve made it through another day. You take a… Continue reading this one question
Some of my most joyful moments happen at my kitchen window. It’s right here that I can look out to the backyard, and watch my boys hard at play. The other day as I’m chopping the veggies for supper I watch my oldest as he digs a hole in the dirt and spreads mud across… Continue reading when all becomes grace