Memorial Day Weekend... A time to honor those who've served our country, to rest and enjoy family and friends, and to welcome the warm, sweet summertime. I'm doing it the old fashioned way and taking an analog weekend as I unplug from the web. Have a fabulous weekend, friends, and I'll see you back here next week!
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Hi, friends! I am excited to share with you a precious little number that is a must have in every little girl's closet! You've likely heard of it before -- the essential pillowcase dress, also known as peasant dress. I dressed my baby girl, who's now 13, in pillow case dresses made of vintage fabrics I found at resale shops way back when, and now our Pinterest stream is full of images and instructional how-to's. For good reason - they're downright simple, feminine and leave plenty of room for your little one to play without feeling confined or uncomfortable. Not to mention they can suit most any occasion; they can be casual or dressed up with some fancy ribbon.
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Today marks another anniversary.
In attempt to describe real love to my older children, I used a book as an analogy. Paraphrasing, but it goes something like this:
Love chooses to keep turning the pages of the story of you, gently slipping past the messy ones. It chooses to keep seeing the whole of you, a beautiful, epic, poetic masterpiece.
Monday, May 18, 2015
My dress was fairly simple. I wore a birdcage veil that I made. Pete’s hair was growing out and he wore the handsomest suit. The weather…it was perfect. The sun it covered us with a golden blanket and the air exhaled a cool breeze through our hair. Truth is, a wedding, as big and exciting and beautiful as it all is, is just one day. But marriage! That’s every day. It’s real life without cellists and opera singers and fancy dresses. Nothing can truly prepare you. It’s a leap of faith. There are not guarantees, but if two people can decide to keep choosing each other every day, I believe it can go on and one forever and ever. That’s the plan, that’s the goal, that’s what we’re striving for. It has entailed learning, changing, forgiving, letting go, hanging on, growing, building, and a whole lotta loving. But it’s hardly a particle of dust in the scheme of eternity. It’s all so much more than this long caption. It’s sacred. I’m grateful to experience it with this beloved man of mine. We’ve turned corners, have these beautiful children, and it just gets better and better with time. Like leather. …Or cheese.
Dear parent of a sick child,
I’m sure you are tired, worried, overwhelmed, desperately seeking normalcy, and wandering when/if your child will get better. Know that your presence is precious to your child. Your bravery is beautiful and your courage is contagious. Don’t stop fighting for your child. Don’t stop asking questions about treatment options. Don’t stop whispering sweet words of hope into his/her ear. These words resonate deep down.
I entrust this child to You, as he/she suffers from ____. You are the Master Healer and You provide times that are symptom free for this dear little one. Please comfort and protect him/her during this time. Help them to know You are with them. Please be with the doctors as they continually study to find a cure, and that treatments bring comfort. I leave this in your precious hands, oh Father God.
Friday, May 15, 2015
“I don’t know what I’m like. I get glimpses of myself in other people’s eyes. I try to be careful whom I use as a mirror.” – Madeleine L’Engle, A Circle of Quiet
On a good day I know what I write matters. But not all days are good days.
The words I share on this blog are not only for one particular audience, but for anyone who wants to come to sit at my table. And their words are a benefit to me, too.
I’m gentle by nature, I like rom-coms, I think daily about Jesus, faith, culture, grace, and people. I write to see for myself the things I think about, but I don’t write down everything. Hardly any of it.
I share my life on the internet, yet I am fairly private.
I sometimes wish I was more naturally carefree. Like I used to be. Instead I have to work at it.
I confess my tendency to try to see myself through someone else’s eyes. I also confess how terrible I am at it.
I shut people out and lock myself in. Even though I know better.
This post is tough to write because it feels so painfully self-absorbed. And it is, I admit. But I write it because I think you can relate. Don’t we all question where we fit and how we’re perceived? Don’t we all protect the child within, longing for security, acceptance, and love? Don’t we all hope for connection but often choose self preservation instead?
As it turns out, I don’t have to define myself. I simply have to be myself.
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Thursday, May 14, 2015
We spend so many hours just staring at him. tracing his features, kissing his soft cheeks. When he sleeps, he's a little dreamer - he often giggles. When he’s awake, he’s so gentle, with wise eyes like he has already lived.
Seeing the way Pete is with him, the way he talks to him and cuddles him, makes me realize I am not alone in my overwhelming love for him. It hurts to love someone so much. Every little cry makes your heart ache.
Monday, May 11, 2015
Treat guests to a hotel-worthy stay with these traveler-friendly updates to a guest bedroom:
Clear a little bit of space in the closet.
Add night lights to hallways and guest bath.
Take inventory of spare pillows and blankets. If you have the storage space, you might as well err on the side of having too many linens. Ensure they’re clean and must-free.
Assume visitors will get thirsty and be less than comfortable getting up in the middle of the night in a strange home. Provide bottles of water.
An alarm clock keeps company from relying on their hosts to wake them up.
Anticipate particular needs or wants of your guests. Many guests these days travel with tablets or laptops. Have the password to your wi-fi connectivity readily available.
If your space room doubles as an office or kids’ room, de-clutter so that they don’t feel like they’re invading.
Extra touches go a long way:
-Put out a basket of toiletries and fresh towels
-Stock the room with magazine your guest(s) might enjoy
-Spruce up the room with a vase of flowers.
Saturday, May 9, 2015
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Monday, May 4, 2015
Even though I am no longer a single mom, I vividly remember the undertaking. Know that you do not have to walk alone.
In learning how to be single, we tend to miss the feeling that we were part of something “whole.” The most important truth I can share with you is that Christ is the only refuge. In Him, you will find joy, protection, and grace. He has the power to restore. He is with you. No human can ever be as close.
"There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus."
Grant me energy. This is hard work without an end time, this constant pouring out of myself and into another without a partner to share the load.
Grant me time. To do all the chores, join in the games, help with the lessons, say the night prayers, and still have a few moments for myself.
Grant me courage. Some days I am crippled with fear. The fear of having to do every single life situation can be so utterly frightening, daunting and crushing.
Grant me a heart. To share and to care, to listen and to understand, and to make a loving home.
I pray for my child(ren), Lord, a lot, that they would thrive despite being without their dad, that they would stay sweet and gentle even in our hardships. These kids, God, are the best and most wonderful gift You’ve ever given me, and I praise You for them. Thank you for choosing me to be their mother. Help us to give each other grace and so, so much love.
Saturday, May 2, 2015