I used to dread turning forty. It sounded so “old” to me and I couldn’t imagine being in that decade of my life, in what is presumably the middle of … Continue reading The Middle of My Story (Turning Forty)
Tag: Thankfulness
Eight
Baby girl, today you should be turning eight. Eight. It is unbelievable that I first held you in my arms that many years ago… …and even more unbelievable that I … Continue reading Eight
A New Chapter Begins
If you had asked me three days ago if I would ever go to grad school, I would have said no. I’ve thought about it off and on since I … Continue reading A New Chapter Begins
New Playroom and Redemptive Joy
It’s been almost six years since I wrote this post about the playroom we created for Tori in the midst of medical appointments and uncertainty. It was a project of … Continue reading New Playroom and Redemptive Joy
Signed by Governor Wolf
In September, I was told it was “improbable but not impossible” to see SB983 progress because of our many delays (and a global pandemic). I took that as a challenge. … Continue reading Signed by Governor Wolf
Life and Death
Last week I joked with some friends about how odd it was that my “assigned” Bible readings for several days in a row dealt with the brevity of life, the … Continue reading Life and Death
Joyful Sadness (Ezra 3:10-13)
“When the builders completed the foundation of the Lord’s Temple, the priests put on their robes and took their places to blow their trumpets. And the Levites, descendants of Asaph, … Continue reading Joyful Sadness (Ezra 3:10-13)
Strength & Scars
Today Caleb broke the handle off of my favorite coffee mug. This mug was given to me while Tori was sick and I love that it has both giraffes and … Continue reading Strength & Scars
God Always Provides
Two days ago I wrote this about how unexpected expenses (this week being a $413 car repair) keep eating into our budget and making things so tight for us. I … Continue reading God Always Provides
Scars
I remember the doctor asking me if I would be okay with an eight inch scar on my forearm. I was seventeen, after all. Most teenage girls would probably stare … Continue reading Scars
Even So, Joy 