A friend recently quizzed me about my philosophy on playdates. We were actually in the middle of a playdate, and while I had engaged in numerous playdates over the last five years (I’m figuring at least two a week, every week, for five years . . . we’re talking nearly 500 playdates!!!) I didn’t have... Continue Reading →
Aubrie and I launched our blog nearly a year ago. Long before we hesitantly advertised this new venture, we spent months preparing. At least two of those months, we texted each other hundreds of potential names for our site before selecting the name suggested on the very first night of brainstorming. We began consulting each... Continue Reading →
Your children don’t belong to you. Okay, technically you do have ownership over your children, but ultimately they belong to Someone else entirely. The Lord gave me this reminder one day while I sat shaking in the Goodwill parking lot. He pulled the reigns on my renegade fear and anger and offered me truth. The... Continue Reading →
Since adding the twins to our family, I have had dozens of conversations with well-meaning women that went something like this: “How are you doing? Are you getting any sleep?” I normally smile and admit that sleep hasn’t been very plentiful or prioritized in the last four years. With a sympathetic nod and a comforting... Continue Reading →
In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I want to share something for which I am deeply grateful—my neighbors. They have shown us extraordinary kindness in the four years we’ve shared a street with them. Their friendship has taught me a great deal of what it actually means to be a “good neighbor.” Good neighbors seem rare... Continue Reading →
How many of you share my struggle with distracting and anxious thoughts? Do you ever find yourself pretending to listen to someone but mentally scanning your to-do list? Have you ever gotten whiplash while praying? “Dear Lord, thank you for this new day. Thank you for my hard-working husband [Oh, I need to tell him... Continue Reading →
My husband works at a pretty rough inner-city high school: The Ridge (so affectionately called by the students and staff). This year alone*, my husband has witnessed more brokenness than seems possible for these young lives. Three of his students have been shot. One student was apprehended from his classroom with a gun concealed in... Continue Reading →
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