the spiritual discipline of taking naps.

I’d woken up early to spend some quiet minutes alone with the Lord before my precious people woke up. These minutes never feel  like enough, but that day, I felt them helping me feel more ready for whatever the day held. I breathed deeply, finishing my mug of tea, before heading up the stairs and…

a new dream.

Dear friend, I wanted to thank you for reading my words. Whether you showed up for the first time today or last week or two and half years ago when I started my blog, I’m so glad you’re here. It means so much that you would trust me with your time and presence. I don’t…

thank you for being you. [a birthday post for my son]

My dear son, We celebrate your birthday tomorrow with great delight. I know turning one probably feels like another day to you, but we have been counting the days until your birthday. Your sister has rejoiced every day that a link gets removed from her paper chain. She whispered to you what she got you…

what I read, waiting for spring.

Is spring always this long in coming? As I type this, snow is coming down fast, blowing against our walls in 20 mile an hour gusts.  I’m eager for spring in a way that feels almost desparate. I long for warmth and signs of life. The winter outside feels like it reaches all the way…