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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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