The Cherry Bed

The Cherry Bed

I. The sweet scent of wood shavings filled the shop while rough timbers planed smooth into boards. Cut, Glue, Nail, Repeat. Two eager kids dreaming of no more goodbyes. 84 days and counting until forever.    II. Perhaps we made it too small. Too many noises pass...

Helpless

Helpless

It’s hard to feel helpless. As news swirls around us each day updating us with the latest restrictions or guidelines, perhaps we all might feel that way. After all- isn’t one of our main tasks right now- to stay put? As a doer who loves to go and go, the directive feels especially binding.

There are still many ways we can and should actively encourage our family in Christ and neighbors in the world- through texts, phone calls, delivering groceries, medicine, or meals, etc.. Yet for the large part, as the whole world stops in an unprecedented way- we find ourselves left with only our prayers.

Only prayers? Perhaps you’ve heard yourself say those words too.

Must Writers Write?

Must Writers Write?

    “Writers write.” It’s a phrase I’ve heard countless times since venturing into the world of writing. I’m not one for putting too much stock in labels, yet each time I hear the phrase, guilt sets in.  If true writers will find opportunities to get their...

The Baby Carrier

The Baby Carrier

Last year I packed up the majority of our baby things. Play mats, burp cloths, clothes, and the various paraphernalia that got us through one stage and on to the next were stuffed into our old Buick. They would find their new home with another mom.  I remembered the...

When You’re Tired of Mourning

When You’re Tired of Mourning

A week ago my husband’s family joined together for a memorial service. Laughter and tears flowed over the life of a woman who was devoted to her family and the Lord.  This wasn’t our first time. In the past year we’ve joined together often, and we know the ritual will...

2019 Book List

2019 Book List

As promised, here is a list of the books I read this year: A BIOGRAPHY The Woman Who Smashed Codes by Jason Fagone This was a fascinating book. It followed Elizabeth and William Friedman and their role in breaking secret enemy codes throughout multiple wars before...

How I Fell in Love with Reading (Again)

How I Fell in Love with Reading (Again)

I’ve always loved books. Growing up I devoured various fiction works, from romance to mystery. I prided myself (far too much, in hindsight) in how challenging of a book I could read. I spent my rides on the school bus as the quintessential book-worm, even on the...

Secrets

Secrets

Sometimes I drink in a moment And shut my lips tight. Words will fail it, A picture only dulls it. So instead I'll just hold it close between you and I. For, I think, as the sun descends- we'll all wish we had a few more secrets between friends....

Grasping at Smoke

Grasping at Smoke

By now, we know the dark side of technology-the impatience, loneliness, and comparisons it breeds. News stories and study results seem to remind us each day of its dangers, and thankfully we've been given tools to help take action.  We set up apps to limit screen...

The face in the mirror

The face in the mirror

It’s been nine years of marriage. Two cities. Three babies. Five surgeries. One dog. Thirteen ducks.

These days my quick glance in the mirror turns into a pause at the woman staring back at me. I contort my lips. I smile, frown, and watch the surrounding skin move into rippled patterns. The skin doesn’t bounce back as it used to.

Facebook flashbacks show me pictures of a different woman. I can see my face- but it’s smoothed, clear, and my eyes are free from the black frames that now rest upon my nose.

I don’t dislike myself. Still, as I start to see gravity take its toll on my face, part of me mourns the loss of the face I used to know. Does my husband miss her? Sure, he tells me I’m beautiful often, but doesn’t beauty as you age just mean more beautiful in the heart than the outside?

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