On today your wedding day, I can’t stop thinking about how proud I am of you, not only proud of the relationship and love that we are celebrating today, but of the friend, woman, and human you have grown to be. Read More →
In the summer months we celebrate several anniversaries.
July 20th, is our Anna’s baptism anniversary. A sweet and simple day that always brings back wonderful chrism smell memories. The reminder that our daughter is sealed in Christ. Read More →
Dear sweet preschool teachers,
It is hard to leave my child with you. Well not you in particular, but with anyone. It is hard to allow someone else to care for my precious child for the majority of the day and to be a part of our crazy experience of raising a human. I also know it is hard to spend 10 hours a day with 20 toddlers. I know you go home extremely tired and physically and mentally spent. Read More →
My mind is fluttered with slivers of christmas, a few presents still to buy, pieces of wrapping paper all over the house, beautiful lights around the neighborhood, the intoxicating scent of our christmas tree, our simple paper nativity set, the empty waiting stockings, and our beloved advent candles flickering each night at dinner. Everywhere there is a little, often sweet and wonderful, piece of Christmas knocking at my door. But I, so badly, desire to honor the season of Advent and squeeze every ounce of goodness from the short season.
Sometimes, I associate Advent with digging your heels in and refusing to allow any hint of Christmas in. Although there is some truth and value behind the purposeful seperation, Advent means nothing without the expectation of Christmas.
We are to prepare and order our homes and hearts to receive the King. God is so big, and I am so small, so Advent is a time to grow my capacity to receive and adore the creator of the universe. A time of longing, waiting, excitement, and preparation to receive all that is good.
We can not escape the coming date on our calendar or the constant signs that it will be here soon, so how do we turn these signs into Advent? Into preparation and waiting? Read More →
At weddings, when the bride walks in for her big entrance, some heads turn to focus on the groom, to catch his reaction of seeing his bride.
Every man takes this moment differently and each expression is unique to the man and the relationship, none better than another. The best thing about this moment is, that in a relationship founded on love, the groom’s joy, excitement, and thankfulness stream out of his eyes. Check it out here…
Y’all. I am going to say it. I am a Gilmore Girls expert. No humility, no shame. I watched the show as it came out and have been constantly cycling through each season for the last 7 years, with a steady 2-4 episodes a week. Needless to say, I can quote every episode and have lots of opinions, but I don’t watch because its perfect, or because I agree with all the decisions all the characters make. I watch because I feel like a citizen in the whimsical world that is Stars Hollow.
Your laying in your cozy bed when the alarm suddenly goes off. Whether you realize it or not, this is your first battle of the day. What are your first thoughts? How do you respond? I have to be real, I have snoozed it hard lately. When my alarm goes off, my first thought is how do I turn it off and how much longer can I stay in bed.
If the alarm clock and I were in a battle, I would be losing. To be fair, I don’t actually push snooze, but I do set 5 alarms, and when the first one goes off, I reason to myself that 5 more minutes of sleep won’t hurt anything, and then I continue to rationalize this same thought until I have slept right through the time I set aside for prayer, and a shower, and to eat breakfast and so on.
Some people are naturally conservative about how they use their time, body, and heart. Others of us are known for carrying in too many groceries at once, volunteering to help with everything, and staying up late to get unnecessary, but awesome, things done.
By now you probably know I am the latter. But, the process of learning my limits is making me holy.
“How do you learn your limits?” you ask. Well let me tell you, it is not a fun process. It often means hitting walls over and over again until you’re willing to make some changes.
It was time to leave the big city and head back toward Texas, but what else could we possibly see with a squirmy two-year old on our way back through Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas? Well, a whole lot, and the Roo is here to tell you all about it.
After the mountains, caverns, and sand dunes of our first leg, and the Saguaro and Joshua Forests of our second, it was now time for something truly grand. We woke up Sunday morning for an early church service with our sweet California hosts, the Tierney’s, before offering hugs and thanks and hitting the road again. Read More →