Sunday, June 6 Whenever Jessie gets an injury or wound, I often state, “Isn’t it amazing how God made our bodies to heal?  And I bet you’ll heal really quickly, Jess.” In fact, last Saturday she fell and scraped her face pretty badly…yet, today, less than a week later, her abrasions are practically gone. I

1.  As we were walking out of the building of our local nature center Jessie exclaimed, “I liked the gecko inside.”  “Oh really, I didn’t see the gecko while we were in there.  Where was it?” I responded, perplexed.  “No, mama, I liked the sound of the gecko when I was talking in there!” she

Somehow, most of the expressions of gratitude in our world seem more at home at a tea party than in the tumble and turmoil of life.  You see, gratitude is a lot more than Hallmark cards, jonquils and pretty notebooks.  Gratitude is a lifestyle.  –adapted from Choosing Gratitude by Nancy Leigh DeMoss This is my

“Mom?” “Yes, Jessie?”  “I wish Paisley were a person,” my ladybug declares, musing at the breakfast counter. “Oh, that’s interesting.  Why, Buggy B?” “Well, I wish we had more people around,” she answered. “You want more people around?” I questioned with curiosity. “See, if Paisley were a person,” her hands moving dramatically as if to

I am a proud person—and I’m not proud of it. I am realizing more and more just how overly protective I am of my own dignity and highly concerned about external perceptions; I don’t weather a bruised psyche very well. A few nights ago, I woke out of a fitful sleep, sweaty, my heart racing

This Thankful Thursday is dedicated solely to our dear friends Eric and Laura Baesel. Some couples never in their lifetime have friends that would go to the ends of the earth for them, love them through every up and down, and sacrifice through thick and thin.  But the Baesels have been just those kinds of

Dear Judson… I am concerned. Our intent in sharing your life has always been for God’s story of hope and redemption to be told through your beautiful spirit and that your legacy be honored.  But I am becoming concerned that people are easily forgetting that you are a person, a dear boy, our beloved son.

For multiple reasons and no particular reason at all, I was having a very rough morning today.  Despite my sadness and tear-stained eyes, Jessie and I went on our usual jaunt to Starbucks.   Shortly after our arrival, Jessie, being very gifted at socializing with adults, struck up a conversation with two nearby women who had