171Feb 24, 2012
She comes to find me and starts the conversation casually, pulling her hair back with one hand, letting it fall. The soft blonde strands, deepening now to brown, float out around her face, slide down along the edges of her cheeks. Her eyes are wells, stronger and more serious at times than her years. Her […]
172Feb 17, 2012
Source: healthyfitandtoned.tumblr.com via Elysa on Pinterest Won’t you come and run with me? The skies are blue, the sun warm and guilding life with gold, the road open with possibility. I am a runner. And it teaches. And I’m not trying to be dramatic about it, but the truth is this: I never believed I […]
173Jan 13, 2012
Do not believe that I have mastered contentment. I pursue it…ruthlessly. But just as I feel it graze my fingertips, it disappears, the butterfly I cannot catch, dancing just nearby. Do you struggle, like me? Blessed beyond what you can believe and yet still somehow allowing the ridiculous sigh from your lips? I count gifts, […]
174Dec 16, 2011
This is the first year that Adam has been able to tell me what he wants for Christmas. Just a few weeks ago, I stood in the kitchen wrapping my arms around my nine year old son, who laughed but squirmed with discomfort. I kissed him on the cheek and smiled into bright blue eyes […]
175Nov 11, 2011
You say grace before meals./All right. / But I say grace before the play and the opera, /And grace before the concert and the pantomime, /And grace before I open a book, /And grace before sketching, painting,/ Swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing,/And grace before I dip the pen in the ink (~G.K. Chesterson, as […]
176Nov 4, 2011
May your unfailing love be my comfort…(Psalm 119:76) Last night, they sat in the chair together, a boy and his dad. For years, Kevin’s lap has been the place where Adam finds the most comfort. In his most terrible moments, when he cries so hard he gasps for air, this is the place he remembers […]
177Aug 19, 2011
Sometimes at night, when darkness has settled outside, Zoe and I dream of glittering crowns. “Glittering’ is almost too dull a word. These crowns are other-worldy—piercing, as opposed to just shining; stunning in a way that we will feel instead of simply see. These crowns would make human beings shield their dimmed eyes, still dulled as we […]