We are navigating these tricky waters of growing up, of fighting for independence while still being so very dependent.
Something magical happened yesterday when we all loaded into the van to run errands. I had a Thrilling Revelation.
I’d like to be Ruth, but I’m not. I’ve been me for 39+ years, and I’ve never been Ruth. So let’s talk about Naomi.
God is my comfort when I lose my job, when I lose my keys, when I lose my mind about the mud tracked in on the floor.
It was ten years ago this morning that the Doppler couldn’t find my son’s heartbeat.
I’ve had people ask how the kids are doing with our new school routine this year, so I thought I’d post a quick update. We’ve made it past the first midterm period, which according to math means that we’re more than 1/8 of the way done with this school year. I do this with everything. […]
God grows my faith both through the answered prayers and the unanswered ones.
The hand of God is always a hand of mercy and grace.
We survived five days– in a row– of school, and I feel like we deserve cookies. Unfortunately, if we are going to eat cookies I’m going to have to bake them, and I am happily ensconced in my recliner for the evening, so I guess cookies are out. I started this week with an arthritis […]
We gather, every night around 5:30, around Grandpa K’s big old wooden dining room table. So many generations of our family have come together at this table. Nine months ago we put the leaf in for a birthday party, and we’ve left it in, because we like to spread out and it’s more conducive to […]