Buried. That’s the word I used tonight to describe myself to a friend in a Marco Polo message I meant to send a week ago as a check-in but simply could not. This isn’t the first time I’ve used the word, and it’s not necessarily quarantine-specific. It’s been a year or more since I told …
Category Archives: grace
when January’s goals become summer’s total nonsense
I love a new year. I don’t do the resolutions thing in general, but I like the excuse to examine the year that’s gone and think ahead to what I want for the coming one, and make some plans to move forward. January of 2018 was no exception. If anything, I was ready to launch …
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resting and Spirit
I’ve spent a lot of time the last few months trying to decide if I should be still or move forward, letting His strength be made perfect in my weakness. I don’t mean this in a metaphorical sense… I actually can’t tell when to sleep and when to stay awake. Sometimes it’s clear: it’s Saturday …
to the mama with two in diapers
Hey, mama. I see you. I know this isn’t easy. Folks always look at you in pity when they realize you have two in diapers, but they never really mention that the diapers are seriously the least of the struggles. I’ve been there. I’m not sure how your transition to motherhood was, but mine was uncommonly …
swimming in lane six
When I was a senior in high school, I joined swim team. It was a weird thing to do. I’d never swum (swam? swimmed? Google says swum…) competitively before… I’d never even done laps. I was out of shape and years behind most of the kids on the team, many of whom had been swimming on …
failing to see strengths
(It’s apparently nearly impossible to find pictures of myself. Sarah to the rescue again!) Yesterday, a friend expressed concerns over my focus on failures. And yes, it’s part of the series, but she’s not the first person to worry this month, and she suggested I take a day to focus on strengths instead. I don’t …
when I do stupid crap
I went out to dinner with a couple of girlfriends. We do it a few times a year. I sat down and we all set our purses in the one open spot in the booth, and they chuckled at me for my gigantic diaper bag. We sat, ate, talked until the waitress stopped bringing us …
grace for stomach bugs
Warning: probably going to be rambly and incoherent. If you want a trip inside my weird head and day today, by all means, continue. The last couple days have had plenty of challenges and failures. Yesterday, I broke my seven week streak of getting 10k steps per day, which doesn’t matter, unless you’re an obliger …
spilling communion
This post was originally published in April of 2016, but it felt like a good fit for this month’s theme.
follow through failure
Hey! I’m low on deep thoughts today. I’m not low on failure. I could actually write another post on my resentment of invisible servanthood based on how last night went. Lilly was up half a dozen times. For a while, it was hourly. Hourly. She’s 14 months old. And my husband was legitimately annoyed by her volume, since …
grace enough 