Lunchbox Notes…from God

I slip a napkin note into my kids’ lunchboxes every day.  Sometimes the note is as simple as a smiley face, other times I write silly jokes, but most of the time I write some version of: “I love you just the way you are.” When that time of day rolls around for my girls … Continue reading Lunchbox Notes…from God

(Never) Enough Time

Are we enslaved to Time?  Must we march to its relentless rhythm, powerless as prisoners shuffling on and on under the watchful eye of such a dispassionate guard? This week I ticked off milestones, one after another.  My six and eight-year-old daughters returned to school, growing up ever so slightly with every passing day.  We … Continue reading (Never) Enough Time

More Than A Feeling

I snap at my husband in a moment of frustration because the house is in utter chaos: the dog just peed on the carpet and when I let him outside he escaped through the gate that my husband left open, so I had to chase the dog in the cold rain barefoot.  When I get … Continue reading More Than A Feeling

Those Little Feet (sacrifice & joy: the paradox of parenting)

She snagged my phone from the bedside table while I was getting ready for the day.  When I finally discovered her schemes, she was standing in my room, head bowed over my phone, adjusting the filter on a foot-selfie she had just snapped. Y'all, she's two. A few days later I went through my phone … Continue reading Those Little Feet (sacrifice & joy: the paradox of parenting)

My Promise to You: A Letter To My Daughter on Her 4th Birthday

Dear Heart, On your first birthday I could recall every minute of that difficult 30+ hour labor that brought you into the world.  Now, on your fourth birthday, I only remember bits and pieces - it turns out the memories of pain have faded (just as other moms said they would).  But one memory is … Continue reading My Promise to You: A Letter To My Daughter on Her 4th Birthday

In Search of a Cure for “Busy”

As a kid I was fascinated by anthills.  I would hunker down by a busy one and watch the ants go marching one by one, hurrying with their load so they can deposit it only to turn around and do it all over again.  I wondered what it would be like to be part of … Continue reading In Search of a Cure for “Busy”