I stood there nervously waiting for my name to be called. Other classmates got called one by one. Minutes of our precious recess ticked by as I looked longingly at the “grade 4 jock”… { read more }
I reached out with some solidarity one day to my sister, mentioning the range of emotions and sibling battles we’d had in our house one day. She asked if I could care less. Me?… { read more }
He drew me close, smiling. His strong arms around me undoing all the tension of the day. Daily. It’s Friday eve and the girls are riding their new-to-them bikes in circles around us, shouting… { read more }
The lone beeswax candle flickered on our old English oak table as we all grabbed another snickerdoodle. The table cracks filled with old playdough and cracker crumbs, most of which I’ve given up trying… { read more }
Faith Real Life
What I’ve learned about being a Highly Sensitive Person (HSP) and manna in the moment
“I NEED to be alone and to not have anymore input!” “That show really bothers me, I can’t watch it anymore.” “What’s up, I can sense your mind is elsewhere?” “My head literally hurts… { read more }
There must be something about the physical turning of a season, that causes a turn in us as well. I’ve been clipping down our vines this week and putting away planter pots. Feeling ready… { read more }
She was just a baby, tiny in my arms, but with lungs that wouldn’t stop. I was clueless, crying, and weak-spirited. As I paced from the kitchen to the dining room over and over,… { read more }
If there’s one thing I absolutely love doing with my girls, it’s exploring in nature. I think in my heart that I’ve been waiting for this age where Elizabeth is at; this age where… { read more }
Creating Home Faith Real Life
The one life-changing practise I am getting more intentional about this fall
It was late in the afternoon and the feel of fall had arrived. I was itching to get us out – if nothing more than for a good walk. So, in my post-nap and… { read more }
Before we ever had children, or before I was ever even pregnant, in conversation one day with my husband I said something to the effect of, “….our girls…” And even then it surprised me,… { read more }