Sunday Rest

Waking up to the sounds of my little girl playing in her crib. Listening to Brian’s gentle breathing as he sleeps next to me. Hearing the soft footfalls of my Bear’s sleepy steps up to our loft to join me in my quiet moments watching the sun. Turning my ear to the whisperings of the Holy Spirit as I prepare to join the body of Christ in worship on this day. Knowing I will spend the afternoon with my family, resting, laughing, enjoying each other and enjoying all that God has created this day of rest to be. This is how I begin my morning. And I am blessed.

Letting Go

“That desk is so big.” My mind reeled as we walked into his school room last night at the Welcome Back Student Picnic. “He’s much too small for that.” Ash whirled around his new classroom, brown eyes taking everything in. “Look, Mom! There’s fish! And here’s the reading corner. And here’s where I will hang my coat and put my lunchbox. And here’s my desk.” He climbed in and sat down. And lo and behold! That little body fit perfectly in that much too big desk.

Wednesday Worship: Me. You. Here.

A very different Wednesday Worship. No song this week. Just a moment to pause and reflect. This morning as our little one snuggled in between us for our early morning ritual , she finished inhaling her juice, let out a sigh of contentment and burrowed down deep into our bed. Her red curls leaned on my shoulder and she looked up at me. I smiled as she patted my cheek. “Me. You. Here.” she said.

Ah, The Joys Of Boys

For that one of you who might perhaps be disillusioned into thinking life always goes smoothly in our home, let me paint a mental picture for you.

My two youngest were outside alone for a total of two minutes. Two minutes. I headed outside to check on them, and what to my wandering eyes should appear? But the bare backside of my son who was relieving himself in the woods next to our home. His sister was amazed. She was especially enraptured with how high he could make the arc of liquid stream. Then he decided it would be fun to twist and turn and water the leaves all around him. Unfortunately, his sister was in the line of fire, and her amazement turned to terror when she was doused head to toe in said liquid stream. She turned, saw my arrival and commenced screaming at the top of her lungs, “Mommmeeeee! I am yuckeeeeee! Yuckeeeee on meeeeee!”

New Year

New beginning.
“We’ll name her Angela.”

New steps.
“Wake up, sweetie. It’s your first day of school!”

New freedom.
“I passed my driver exam.”

New heartbreak.
“He broke up with me!”

New growth.
“Congratulations on your acceptance to JMU.”

New friend.
“Hi. I’m Brian.”

New love.
“Will you marry me?”

New journey.
“I do.”

New life.
“The EPT is positive.”

New grief.
“I’m sorry, we couldn’t find the heartbeat.”

New heartbeat.
“It’s a boy!”

New addition.
“It’s another boy!”