There was a lot of bustle around out house yesterday. Making Cinnamon ornaments. Outlining the frame of our garage and front doors with tiny white lights. Cutting Christmas cookies. Getting our hands gooey and sweet with powdered sugar icing. There was a lot of doing.  There was a lot of being. And we were all together. I loved it. But it was the end of the day that I think I treasured most. The house was quiet–I could hear the ticking of our clock again….Continue Reading “Homemade and Slow”

Her sweet green eyes squinted up at me while her messy hair wisped over her shoulders. “So, when is it going to start?” We had been outside with the second grade class of Room 20 for the last fifteen minutes. The kids had looked through special glasses, mastered the use of tilt paper, and peeked through holes in shoe boxes. “It’s been happening,” I replied.  “Remember when it got kind of darker a few minutes ago? The moon has been passing in front of the…Continue Reading “That’s it?”

My family and I were just returning from a long trip: an extended family reunion in the beautiful Missouri Ozarks. Plane flights and shuttle buses and car rides and lots and lots and lots of family. July 4th was the first time we were riding in our own car in 11 days. It felt so good to be back in our old “friend”………. except for that moment that the warning light came on accompanied by a loud beep telling us that our rear tire was…Continue Reading “So Worried that you can’t say Anything”

Every mama needs a break. I’ve seen it in the faces of my friends this last month—that worn-down, pushed-to-my-limits face of needing rest. If she could just shut off her brain from her to-do’s, or stop feeling the guilt of “not good enough,” or have an hour of uninterrupted personal space, she could feel joy again. I learned recently about Working from Rest. So often we Rest from our Work, but I challenge you today to Work from your Rest. It’s a tricky mental shift,…Continue Reading “First: Rest”

Sometimes, we are really bad at things we feel like we should be good at as parents. For example, I am really bad at putting my almost-two-year-old down for a nap. Not really bad as in I don’t do it or I put it off when I should, but really bad as in almost every time I try, he resists and I do not achieve my goal. I’m pretty sure it goes back way to the beginning of our history together, mamma and son, when…Continue Reading “Failing spaces”

“How are the boys?” she asked. “Spunky as ever,” I say. “Excited about Easter.” “Yes, they’re at that perfect age,” was her reply. “I still get excited about Easter,” was my reply. I don’t get snarky about too many things, but it absolutely drives me nuts that Easter is a “kids’ holiday.” What are we allowing our culture to teach us about significance and life when this deeply meaningful, all-age-appropriate celebration becomes merely a reason for kids to get excited about candy and eggs?   My neighbors lost their grown…Continue Reading “Why I don’t get excited about chocolate bunnies”

My cheery alarm interrupted my dream for the third time this morning. My room was pitch black and everything was quiet. I felt sweaty and gross. I pulled my body away from my bed, put my glasses on, and made my way to the kitchen. Still dark, still quiet. I need water. And coffee. I wander around looking for a mug as if I’ve never been in this kitchen before. Now what? Oh right. Milk. Pour. the milk. Pour the coffee. I wander some more….Continue Reading “Grace for the Mush”

The Lord had great compassion on me; he saw my heart and knew what I needed. I sat and was quiet before the Lord; he spoke in power and might. He does not ignore those who seek him, those who seek him in honesty and with humility. The proud he cannot reach; his voice cannot be heard above their selfish thoughts. He led me to a quiet place, a spacious and open home. He spoke to me through his Word, he moved my heart through…Continue Reading “A “psalm” for a quiet moment”

I sat across from my good friend over flatbread pizza and a Caesar salad. It had been a half a year since I had seen her. She was busy with finishing up her master’s degree and putting hours in at two different internships. It seemed as if she had done so much changing, so much moving in a positive direction. I was still doing my same thing of raising little royalty. It is a tricky thing for a stay-at-home mom to update a friend on…Continue Reading “My Greatest Work”

It’s raining out. Harder now than it was a half hour ago. Ladies are getting dropped off at the curb of the medical building. I see them from my perch at the wall-sized picture window on the third floor. The doctor told me I was extremely healthy and her easiest patient today. Now, I’m parked by the elevator lobby of the third floor, wanting to hear from the Lord. Black birds travel together in a pack through the rain. Out of view and then back into…Continue Reading “Looking Up in the Rain”