The Practice of Obedience

I knew he wanted to sit in the front seat and there were no cars immediately behind us, waiting on us at the car line drop off, so I suggested he get out now and move up to the passenger seat beside me. Instead of obeying, he lingered, looking at the cars behind us, distrusting, unsure if I knew what might come up and cause us to be in someone’s way.

“There’s a car,” he said.

There was a car, but we couldn’t move until Owen was finished anyway, and there was still room in front of and behind our car. I urged him again, to come up to the front before it was too late. Continue reading

Followed by Mercy

In a matter of minutes I was presented with two scenarios, I am either a poor example of protection and security over my children, or a rich one.

My Everything

I see so many quotes, articles, messages, letters, all sorts of wordy ways to say how important someone is to someone else.

I understand it’s important to communicate these things. I understand how heartfelt and sincere everyone is.

I can’t jo…

Tuesday Refreshment

I know it’s Friday, but I want to talk about Tuesday for a minute.

The boys and I had such a refreshing dinner Tuesday evening. Two of the little guys had field day at school and that means Aron and I had field day too. Aron joined right in the com…

Done With Finishing

“I didn’t get anything done.” The words hang around me constantly. Nagging “guilt flies” that swarm about my face in irritating flashes of my cluttered scenery.

The dryer door open, clothes half unloaded.

The living room half dusted, fluff a…

They Upend Me

And I’ve learned, that someone who is poured out, can’t be upended. I’ve learned that I find refreshment in refreshing them. I’ve learned that it is only when I insist on keeping myself upright, that I am losing control.

I’ve wondered why they dump it all out…