a day for mamas.

Today is a day for mamas. But like almost any day intended for celebration and good, there is the underbelly of grief. For those who ache to hold a baby. For those who have lost a child. For those who have lost a mama. For those who feel the weight of a broken relationship. For…

the gift of grief and coffee cake.

As I write this, the apple blossoms are in their full glory. We inherited these trees with our house and they have not been well-pruned or well-loved in some time. But today, despite the lack of pruning or their ugly branches, their beauty is glorious and boldly demands my attention. It feels like a gift…

what I’ve been reading.

In the past weeks, we’ve had snow and only days later, 80 degree sunshine. We’ve battled the flu and once recovered, sang happy birthday to friends. We celebrated the birth of my very first nephew and have delighted in every single photo of his sweet face. We’ve picked bouquets from our yard and chased butterflies….

something small.

I’m grateful for picking a bouquet from my own small garden today. There wasn’t much love given to our property before it became ours. Sometimes that feels overwhelming when I see all that needs to be done. But today I’m grateful for the reminder that doing something small is still doing something. I dream of…

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…