One time, I drove past an orchard that was being cut down. The trees were in the full-blush of spring bloom. Covered in a glorious snow of pale-pink blossoms. Full of beauty and life and the potential for a fruitful year. But they had all been cut down. They lay on their sides, in full bloom, dead. All of a sudden, I find myself feeling like that orchard.Read more
Sweet Boy#3–“Don’t touch my toe. It’s hurt.”
Epona the Camp Intern–“I would never touch your toe, hurt or not.”
Sweet Boy#3–“Would you touch Jesus’ toe?”
Epona–“Only if He told me I needed to.”
Sweet Boy#3–“What if touching Jesus’ toe gave you wings?”Read more
Sweet Boy#1–“We always look like poor, motherless children because of Theo’s hair. There are squirrel nests in there. That’s why they drop pine cones on his head. They’re feeding their babies!”Read more
Maybe it was the milk pressure. Maybe my milk pressure was higher and Judah’s milk pressure was lower.Read more
I found my box of empty jars, from when my boys were young.
A brush of dust, a ream of rust. I sighed; my heart unstrung.
Stacked all helter-skelter, with holes poked in the lids.
Home to centipedes, pill bugs, and singing katydids.
… reality TV shows of fishermen in the Himalayas looking for man-eating catfish, to every mother’s nemesis … zombie movies! Yes, I had foolishly thought as a young woman that I would never subject myself to a zombie movie. I was wrong.Read more
Sweet Boy#1–“No moldy food can compare to the moldiness of Theo himself.”Read more
None of these amazing creatures seemed impressed enough by my presence to bother devouring, maiming, or threatening my life. That changed this week! Our whole family had a close encounter with a dangerous creature. In fact, we invited it into our own home!Read more
Sweet Boy#2–“Hey, Mom. Your hair looks just as nice as a dead rat!”Read more
“God often chooses the unpopular, the weak, the stinky, the poor, the outsiders, the anxious, the fearful” –FaramirRead more