Category Archives: The Library

Put your feet up, grab a cup of coffee (or hot chocolate if you’d rather) and enjoy stories written by Asher, created by Mommy to entertain the kids, and Angie’s journals of life in our home.

Forgetting… But Remembering

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The sky was beautiful this morning… a blanket of white clouds over colored mountains with golden rays peeping through every now and then. It was a breathtaking drive to school and the children and I “oohed” and “ahhed” the entire way. Well, maybe not the entire way, because we were running late and every now and then we’d stop to fret about the lights being red or the guy driving 15 mph below the speed limit. But most of the way we were spellbound by the beauty around us.  Read more... (752 words, estimated 3:00 mins reading time)

Where ARE You?

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Yes, I know my posts have been few and far between since my last cancer diagnosis, surgery and recovery. Lots of you have asked me where I am, how I am, am I okay?

I’m never quite sure how to answer those questions.

Yes. I am okay.

Why am I not writing?

Honestly, the energy I need to care for my family and my home is draining. My first things come first, and sadly, writing has been pushed to the back burner.

I miss it. I really do.  Read more... (496 words, estimated 1:59 mins reading time)

Warmth

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This morning begins as most mornings do.

My alarm wakes me in the darkness and I gently shake each child awake to dress while I make breakfast. Then we sit together, my children and I, and we read our Bible, and we praise God for who He is, and we list the blessings for which we are thankful.

“Warmth,” he chooses for his blessing, his eyes lighting on the heater in our dining room bringing the chilly air to a tolerable temperature.

Warmth.

It is such a blessing and something I so often take for granted.  Read more... (721 words, estimated 2:53 mins reading time)

Still Not Enough

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The cooler sat on our front porch with a note… our Sunday dinner delivered by a friend. As I pulled off the lid and began to lift food out, the tears fell freely. It seemed I would never stop reaching in and pulling more out. All this food, such a blessing…

And not just today. Four days a week there is someone at our door bringing piles of food, enough that we have leftovers twice a week.

Then there’s the mailbox. Every day there’s a new letter, a word of encouragement in our fight, a picture drawn by the hand of a budding artist, a gift card for music or books or more food.  Read more... (357 words, estimated 1:26 mins reading time)

He Loved… So He Stayed

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In John 11, Jesus raises Lazarus from the dead. He enters in to the grief of his friends Mary and Martha. He weeps. Then He moves miraculously and brings their brother back to life. I’ve always been struck by His heart, His tenderness. He knew where He was going with this. He knew when He was first told Lazarus was sick what would happen. He knew He’d be demonstrating Gospel power and raising Lazarus from the dead. He knew all that would happen, all the good things He was going to bring to that home, yet He took the time to sit with them in their grief.  Read more... (512 words, estimated 2:03 mins reading time)