I’m still figuring out how to do life somewhere between these sunscreen lathered and wind-styled extremes...the planned and the purposeful versus the spontaneous and simple joy-soaked.
“Wait! Don’t forget your blueberries and green beans!” She rushed back in the house to grab the two little plastic bags, filled with the first fruits of her Spring garden…
I really thought it was the isolation of a global shut down brought on by a pandemic… or the heaviness of bringing an infant home with six different heart diagnoses…
Truthfully, I always imagined myself raising boys. I just assumed that, with all my affection for order and organization, the Lord would throw in some boys to leave muddy little…
Let’s talk about trauma, mamas. Experiencing and recovering from trauma is like running along a moving sidewalk. Life feels fast-paced and, honestly, maybe even just frantic. You are exhausted trying…
