Yesterday our family visited a new-to-us church. “Is it going to be s-c-a-r-y?” Graydon asked, his desire to spell out words increasing with each new word he learns. “Not really,” I replied. “All churches are made up of people, and people are just people, so that’s not so scary.”
I used to be a BLACK-WHITE thinker. There were no other shades, no other points of view. Just RIGHT or WRONG. Something was a GOOD IDEA or a BAD IDEA. You were either GOOD in my book, or BAD.
One of the things I love about reading blogs and listening to podcasts, is that I’m often presented with ideas that are different than mine.
This is Thomas. I’ve written about Thomas before. But nothing quite adequately captures his presence in my life. On our very first date, Mike told me all about his family. I could hear the dedication in his voice—not an unhealthy co-dependency—rather the knowledge that to him, family is the most important thing, and that he would be there for them to the end. And we were.
Sometimes when I’m having a bad day, or just feeling wistful, I’ll spend some time thinking about how different my life will look in five years. This exercise helps me a). realize that many of the things currently bothering me won’t matter at all down the line, b). know that even when it’s hard to see progress towards bigger goals, in five years, those accomplishments may be in the rear-view window, and c). helps me pinpoint what I can and should focus my energies on now to get to where I want to be later.
We celebrated Margaret’s second birthday today and it brought with it the new year feel of examining and weighing the last twelve months. We’ve lost family members, quit jobs, accepted new ones. We’ve grieved and mourned and grieved some more. We’ve raised two kids from baby to toddler to almost kid, with frequent stops at threenager in between.
I was supposed to go to Iowa today to see extended family but was up half the night with a cough and a seriously runny…
At church on Sunday we sat in our usual spot, on the left-hand side, much too close to the front for my husband’s comfort, our…
I feel like this scene from last night says a lot about my relationship with M. 11:45pm, M crawls into bed. I wake up. We…
Yesterday M and I were driving in the car, talking about our relationship as we often do while driving. (For some reason it’s always easier…