If you're new here, you may want to subscribe via email here or via my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!Recently my friend and editor of The Hardest Peace wrote an article about our friendship. I didn’t want to post a link to it because I thought it would feel like I was tooting my horn. Then last night I texted with my dear Blythe, and she told me we need to celebrate friendship. I’m so thankful for hers. I need to be reminded. It was a great day the paths of my family...

I thought it had been an easy thing to be a Christian, and that to seek God had been at the next door, but oh, the windings, the turnings, the ups and the downs that he hath led me through! and I see yet much way to the ford. ~Samuel Rutherford Waiting- waiting, I have been waiting to feel better. I keep looking around the corner of this disease to find the sunrise of normal to rise. Yesterday, I turned to my love and asked him what it felt like to feel normal. I asked him...

Since the birth of my first daughter, I have written my journals in light of them one day being read. They are simply a family history. The small, silly moments captured, the hard journey in life we have traveled. The honest assessment of each day. So I have journal after journal capturing the essence of our life. One day soon I will reread them to remember those exhausted, amazing, days of life with my littles. It was important writing, because in the midst of sleep deprivation,...

I have today, and I’m spending it beside my loves. I’m tasting and knowing the goodness of family. I am fighting to enjoy the moments shared with loves. But each day, as I wake to new mercies, I also wake to new pain, new places that feel to be hardening. The daily fight to find the grace when the story of me is fading. I can loose my peace when I think too far into the future. I can suffocate if I wonder how many more days I’ll be granted. I can shatter into a puddle if I begin to wonder over the coming holidays. But...

I’m considering a new book. I want to write a book about capturing the big little moments of life. The hand held, the time spent reading together, the little loves that when faced with death have become the giant important moments in my life. The time praying together, laughing together, cooking together and crying together. They add up to a life well lived. The little, big moments are simply the best of life. The important little mundane moments that added together make...

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