Embracing the Chaos
This morning I prayed for God to help me embrace the chaos that’s swirling around me. I’m reading, Wash Your Face, by Rachel Hollis. I need to read this book every year. It… Continue reading
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Off the Grid in Desperate Times
Note: This is a story. Sparked by a dream I had. Enjoy 🙂 They were coming to get him. They made the announcement weeks ago, but everyone thought… No… not here in America.… Continue reading
Sequestered with Teens; Day 13
My feet made me cry. Then Pearl Jam made me cry. I cuddled up on the couch to watch church this morning, and I noticed my feet. I have my dad’s feet. Long… Continue reading
Sequestered with Teens; Day Eight
Today I woke up mad at Jesse, which makes sense since I went to bed mad at Jesse. I’m over it now. That’s usually how it happens. The morning was rough though. I… Continue reading
Sequestered with Teens; Day Two
Newness is kind of exciting, and then overwhelming, and then exhausting. Today is Day Two of the Stay-Home mandate given by our governor, but my first day working from home. Jesse set me… Continue reading
Wrestling with Big Questions
Even though I would love to be granted the wisdom to know why my dad died, I know I won’t be. At least not in this life. But there are other questions I… Continue reading
Effortless
On Christmas night, we went to my 86-year-old grandpa’s house and watched old home videos. When I say old… I mean old. My dad would’ve turned 61 this month and there were shots… Continue reading
This Week’s Challenge
My coworker, Christina, and I have a lot of stress in our lives right now. Real stress. Real walls-collapsing-around-us-loss-of-control-emotional-rollercoaster kind of stress. And it is so easy to get into the habit of… Continue reading
What Have I Been Doing?
It’s been just over two months since my dad died. It seems like it’s been longer than that. I recounted three times… August to October… yep, two months. I miss him so much.… Continue reading
Empty Tank
I’m running on empty lately. Grieving the loss of my dad is the most exhausting activity I’ve ever experienced. Then stack on a house renovation. Three teenagers. A marriage. A day job. Trying… Continue reading
