Good night, God bless you, sweet dreams Last night I struggled to fall asleep again. I’d almost forgotten how frustrating it feels to long for sleep. My body needs rest and my mind agrees so I toss and turn, unable to find stillness. Finally I get up and head for the kitchen, determined to be …
Fan the Flame
My freshman year, the egg in a bottle experiment was banned from the science fair. Overused and unoriginal were descriptors my teacher chose even though no one in my grade had seen it barring those with older sibling. That may have been when I first learned that a fire needs oxygen to burn because the …
Simultaneously Present
My son and daughter-in-law and I stood on the water’s edge at the coast after dinner this week enjoying a video chat with my daughter and grandson in the mountains. He smiled as he recognized our voices and caught a glimpse of our faces. We watched as he pushed up onto hands and knees, ready …
Learning
Peekaboo with my six month old grandson has progressed from a quick distraction to a game of predictive analytics, much like the game my smart phone plays as I begin typing any given word into a text box. In spite of the fact that I have a son and a son-in-law named Jacob which I …
Feel The Heat
What does pure, unadulterated faith look like, the faith of a child that Jesus commended? I saw it in the face of my eighteen year old son and heard it in his voice, as we contemplated the possibility of brain surgery after eight years of tweaking and changing medications failed to stop his seizures. I …
I Hear You
Six month old Thomas lets us knows it’s time to eat when he’s hungry. Once he’s buckled into his high chair, he stops his fussing when his momma folds his little hands together as he looks right into her face as she first asks a blessing on his food. “Thank You, Jesus, for our food. …
Fitting In
The year my daughter received a fifteen hundred piece puzzle for Christmas and determined we would not to go to bed until it was finished was the year I stopped enjoying jigsaw puzzles. We finished it, framed it, and said never again! She still enjoys puzzles and games, but with a newborn at home, they’re …
I Will Not Be Moved
Twelve. The number of homes I’ve occupied in my lifetime. Three before I was married and nine since. Half we’ve owned, half we’ve rented. Some of our moves have been from necessity but some have been our choice. All have been within the same state. In every location, I’ve felt secure, but not necessarily because …
Start Small(ish)
They’ve heard the baby’s heartbeat and they’ve seen the initial ultrasound photos. In just a few more weeks, a complete body scan will show tiny facial features, little fingers and toes. Will she be sucking her thumb? Will she be naughty like her daddy and scoot out of the frame each time the tech gets …
The Slightest Signal
Guest Blog by my sister, Kimberly, seen here with her two girls and her great nephew, my first grandson 💙 “I lift my eyes to you, O God, enthroned in heaven. We keep looking to the Lord our God for his mercy, just as servants keep their eyes on their master, as a slave girl …
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