Why We’re All Dying To Catch What Kara Has {& giveaway winners}
Wow, so many of you poured out love and grace on my post in your comments to Kara Tippetts. Thank you for that. Such grace. Thousands are praying for this […]
Tag Archives: God
Grace Will Meet You There
[This post was started a couple of months ago, so the “past couple of weeks” were back in October… Remember when I only published like three posts that entire month? […]
When God Wants To Rip Everything Out By The Roots
We are selling our home, so we’ve been pretty busy getting it ready for market. We are not the people who say, “They’re buying the house, not our stuff,” and […]
The {glorious} Moment In-Between
We had lots of fun jumping off swings the other day. Well, I mean, Sis swung, I took pictures, and the boys jumped off swings. They jumped for distance, first […]
Jesus Stuff: You Can’t Stop The Pipes From Freezing
Well, we had ourselves a little cold snap here in the mountains. The sub-freezing wind chills were pretty unusual. Of course, some of us southerners were in a bit of […]
Why New Year’s Day Might Be The Most Holy Of All
Here we are, in the no man’s land of holidays between Thanksgiving/Christmas and Easter. What’s a person to do with New Year’s Day? Make resolutions to be soon forgotten and […]
The Goose Is Getting Fat.
Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat… Did y’all ever sing that song when you were younger? I had it on my John Denver and the Muppets album: Aaaaaaaaand […]
How To Be Thankful {when the washer overflows}
Well, there might have been a superb photo inserted here of our laundry room and adjoining hallways, closet, and bedroom doorway completely saturated after our washer decided to overflow Saturday […]
Get Your Whole Life Sorted {before school starts}, Part 1
I’ve been feeling that sort of low-level stress creep in as we are in the final countdown to a new school year. My days are already filling up with meetings […]
For The Days You’re Just Not Brave Enough {for motherhood}
I don’t mind the noise. And I don’t mind the long hours. The mess, the laundry, the dirt, the repetition: they all seem just par for the course to me. […]
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