Resurrection. The dead made to live. Dead to faith? Lost to hope? Doubt love? If Jesus rises in you, though you were dead NOW you …
The Be Still Moments
Am I the only mommy out here rejoicing that I found a moment to pee? I know, I am not usually that frank. It’s just …
Sweeping Dust
The sound of a broom sliding across tile in rapid succession is a sound almost as familiar as the belly laughter of my children. This …
{ Beauty Dawns }
The branches are stretching toward the sun. The leaves drink in the warmth. Soaking in the light preparing to array themselves with such warm brilliant …
Birthdays & Joy.
Three generations crowded around a new to us piano. Rich wood, well-worn beauty. Its strings filling up the walls with music. Nana sat playing Jesus Loves …
Beauty in the Details
Details are beautiful. I love it when beauty emerges from the curious hands of two toddlers I know. The beauty bursts always out of the …
The Day Holder
He was grasping at the spoon and everything else. Those little fingers I know so well, the youngest. The love of jelly rolls and chunky …