Under Construction

I realized something about myself this morning. As much as I hate to admit it. I can be a bit short-sighted. My husband and I have had big plans for our property since we purchased it and remodeled it a few years back. He is a dreamer in every sense of the word, but he's so … Continue reading Under Construction

What the world needs is more liver and onions

My mama hates liver! When I was young, my father would have a craving for liver and onions (we are country folk after all) and my mother would adamantly refuse to oblige. So on the rare nights when mom wasn't at home and Daddy was responsible for feeding the family, we could expect something on … Continue reading What the world needs is more liver and onions

Identity

My kids teach me something everyday. Life with children is certainly an adventure. Last night as I was giving my last round of snuggles to my five-year old and tucking him in for the night, I said the words I so often say to him. "Goodnight mighty man of God. Do you know you will … Continue reading Identity

The Squeeze

All I can seem to think about the last few days is what it is to be squeezed. Maybe you can relate. You know that feeling when the walls, the ceiling, the air above, and the floor beneath you, seem to be closing in. It's that sensation of not knowing if you'll make it out...not … Continue reading The Squeeze

Peace Out!

"Praise the Lord!  I will praise the Lord with my whole heart." Psalm 111:1 "Life's full of tough choices isn't it?" Ursula in The Little Mermaid Let's be real...life can be hard! We live in a culture that seems to chant the mantra, "Whatever makes you happy must be right." Where did we get the … Continue reading Peace Out!

Bedtime

I drink deep the sinking light, the silence that causes me to catch my breath and wait for life to re-enter my being in the passing moments while clocks tick and angels watch over sleeping babes and snoring men. all while the sun sleeps nervously awaiting morning if you're near, whisper my ears quake at the booming … Continue reading Bedtime

Messy Me

I haven’t been writing lately. Not because the desire has left me but because I knew what came out would be messy. Quite honestly, lately, life has been messy. All of the broken and jagged pieces I’d thought time had smoothed, surfaced with force, cutting through my clay heart and thin skin. What remained was … Continue reading Messy Me