A Wisp of Fog

A Wisp of Fog

As I sat in my favorite chair this morning trying to make sense of the text I was reading, in enters my only son. Energetic and ready to take on the world in nothing but a pair of Hulk briefs, he asks me the one question that’s consumed his mind since bedtime....
Grace from the Rocking Chair

Grace from the Rocking Chair

Not long ago, God woke me in the middle of the night to tend to my youngest. I could say that Willow’s sweet, soft voice calling out to me in the dark was the reason my tired feet hit the floor at 2 a.m. but now I know better. God uses moments like these to...
Grace: I’m not perfect

Grace: I’m not perfect

So summer vacation began yesterday. It started out when I heard screaming coming from the basement as I spent time writing in my favorite chair and drinking my morning tea. Not long after that little mishap was resolved Wyatt comes running into the kitchen...
Words to My Mom…

Words to My Mom…

I have been pretty silent lately in my writing. I’ve wanted to just soak up this time at the end of the school year catching up on things at home before the kids are here and we plan three months worth of fun. But tonight I wanted to just break my silence in a...