I don’t like glitter and I’m not a fan of confetti. I’m not good at celebrating. I’m a doer, a survivor, a caretaker. I can help create a fantastic celebration for someone else, but won’t take that same energy and …
Small Actions Take Courage
We sat together, sipping coffee. She asked how I took my coffee and I replied, “Usually black.” She told me she was the same. Back home, they grew and roasted their own coffee, which she would drink black. But here …
The Case for a Quiet Life
My grandma died without changing the world. My mom probably will too, as will I. In the world of today, we will have failed. For today, it is not enough to love well, to fight the good fight of faith, …
Idolatry of Magnitude
My world has shrunk. My days revolve around her tiny cries and constant need for food and attention. We sleep a little, eat and then repeat. I would not have it any other way. The first time I gave birth …
Beauty in Simplicity
Another Monday arrives, I feel the weight of yet another week coming: how will I keep the children entertained this week, will my activities measure up and am I doing enough as a mom? Will I be seen in the …
How I Love My Actual Life
I woke up this morning to dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, bills on the counter waiting to be paid and puppy poop on the carpet. Not exactly the life of fairytales and movie scripts. And to make mundane matters …
Magic in the Mundane
Years ago, I had a dreamlike idea of what motherhood would look like. It looked like the time I babysat a 3-year-old boy at the park and we threw sticks over the side of a bridge, laughing hysterically. It looked …
Into the Small Places
The world tells us that what matters most is the grand, the visible, the powerful. But Jesus speaks of children, mustard seeds and yeast (an organism so small it’s invisible to the naked eye!). His language is not power and …