Things Will Not Get Better and That’s OK


It’s bath time for our son Ethan. I’ve taken over most nights this summer during the final weeks of my wife’s pregnancy. He’s splashing in the tub without a care in the world, tossing his …

Just a Housewife (or Finding Refuge in the Kitchen)


 I hide out in the last room I ever thought I would find refuge. Growing up I would watch my mother buzz around cutting boards, bowls of chopped up vegetables, pots and pans on the stove …

His hands they heal, his hands they bruise.


It’s 11:30 PM and I am deep in sleep. His hands find me. My slumbering mind reaches slow towards the surface, towards his touch. I want to go back to the deep but my body reacts to …

Will You Go, Regardless?


In two weeks, my husband, five kids and I are headed to Northern Ireland to lead two short term missions teams, from two different churches, for two weeks.      Did you pause? Did you mumble, …


July 31 2014

Gold Like Us


I stared at my ring today mindful of it's symbol feeling the weight of the years.   It's ugly, I think Gold, simple bought hastily with an earnest heart.   My finger has grown around it Fourteen years changing the shape of me.   I've never …

#flymysweet is Hitting Home


I finally cried.   It wasn’t when she texted me that she had made a decision on school while I was a thousand miles away on a business trip. It wasn’t when we sent her off looking …

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