Building Grateful Nests Rooted in Him
Really. I do not like today. Not a single thing about it. Oh, it’s a beautiful day. Sunny with temperatures up in the high sixties. I got in a run this morning, took a shower, ate some Cheetos and…AND… I’m wearing real clothes. That’s a good day, friends. Only not today. One year ago today, my daughter’s namesake
My wrist has a new callus. I just discovered it this week but I feel certain it’s been growing for months. It’s at the exact spot where the buckle of my watch meets my wrist. Honestly, I had no idea watches could be so damaging. My only other callus, other than what is happening with
This summer, we moved. Again. For the ninth time. Generally, a move for us means a new church. Unless, as in 2015, we moved a mere 25 minutes down the road. But this latest move had us back in the church hunt. The search was not easy. With each church, God has used that body and
A little over twelve years ago, I decided to see if I could run a mile. And I couldn’t. Up until that point, my life’s motto had held steady at, “I only run when chased.” So this decision I made, it wasn’t without thoughtful consideration. Running is not easy. Learning to run is not easy.
I promise it did not go unnoticed that the last two posts described the opposite personalities of my children. The Ying and Yang of life. Although, in reality, they are not all that opposite all the time. Sometimes, absolutely. But these days, they are generally both happy, sad, frustrated, mad, disappointed and excited with equal gusto.
My precious daughter wore a pair of hand-me-down Hello Kitty tennis shoes today. She practiced wearing them all night. On and off. With these socks or those socks. Trying to find the combination that hurt the least. And I got teary watching her. It seems like such a small thing. Tennis shoes. But to my
This was one of those weeks where I felt like God wasn’t doing a whole of a speaking to me. Y’all ever have one of those weeks? In His defense (which, clearly, He needs for me to offer up), I’ve written over 10,000 words this month on various projects and so, truly, He probably needed
Growing up, my family loved to debate. Our family was split down the political middle and, honestly, both sides really enjoyed ribbing the other. The pitch reached levels loud enough to say it was outright arguing sometimes but it was lovingly loud. No one was excluded from family get-togethers and calls didn’t go unanswered. So basically,
Last night, as we were watching the 20/20 special on the incoming first family, my husband threw out this question… “I wonder what my Secret Service call name would be?” Me: “Umm…’Holland’, maybe?” Him: “What??!?! NO! If I need a SS name, then I’m doing something cooler than this!” “This” being Band Director. Me: “OH!
Do you ever say something, out loud, and surprise yourself? You discover, just as the words are falling out of your mouth, their truth and impact. They float there. Hovering around you. And you cannot stop thinking about them. That happened to me just before Christmas. Family discussions this year centered around schedules and planning and menus. With