Showing posts from April, 2014

Ladies In Black

Lib and I dressed up for my Grandmother's 90th birthday lunch. We were the ladies in black.

Lib's eye

My poor girl. Slipped in the wetness outside and fell banging her eye into her handle bars on her scooter. We simply must take a picture tomorrow because it will probably look really gnarly. In the meantime we had to take pictures together to bolster our spirits. Thankful the cut wasn't serious. Thankful we didn't lose an eye or even need stitches. Silliness helps the pain go away...

Treasuring Christ: The joy and The Freedom it Brings

So last Sunday evening  was women's ministry.... and it was awesome. I mean, I don't know if I could have come away more encouraged. I was the winner of the lovely flowers at my table... and also a book that seems to be written just for me, Treasuring Christ When Your Hands Are Full: Gospel Meditations for Busy Moms by Gloria Furman.

I keep stopping and reading and then stopping and re-reading it. It's powerful. Convicting. And so refreshing, encouraging, inspiring. Reminders of truth hit me like wave after wave of grace. Rolling over me. Grounding me in truth... not my feelings. Although I do feel happy reading it. But that reminder that whether or not my experiences or emotions line up with truth, the truth still remains, unchanged, fixed, assuring.

I'm learning firsthand how turning to the world for comfort and strength just leaves me dissatisfied and weak. God has used our family's physical circumstances to point me to the one great permanent circumstance in my…

A Walk with the boys in Our Neighborhood...


What to Do when someone is Grieving...

Recently while stumbling through Facebook, after intending only to respond to a couple messages, I came across a friend of a friend's blog. And of course became soon lost and absorbed in this mother's story. I must say that her expression of hope and grief  touched my heart deeply.

For all those who have continued to ask me what to say and not to say to someone grieving... especially in a tragic, sudden death, I think this woman's beautiful response sums it up:
(Her blog grieving with hope is here. The specific post called enter into the pain is here.)

I had a precious friend write me this morning, and ask me this, “I am going to a funeral in the morning of a friend that has lost her son. Is there something that a friend said to you that took a little bit of the hurt away? “ And as I responded to her, I thought I would repost it here.  So many people have asked me what to say, what not to say, in…

Celebrating 90 years.

My mom, my daughter, Libby, Aunt Jo, Cousin Anne and her daughter, Lauren helped us celebrate my Grandmother, their Aunt Bette's, 90th birthday! We had a fabulous lunch at the Swan Terrace at the Founder's Inn.

Zoo exploration


I love you River Anne.

One of the best things in the world is getting to be an Aunt. I love getting to play and hug and snuggle and cuddle and spoil my nieces. It's really one of my favorite things. I love how responsive River is getting. And Wow, she's 8 months old! What a darling pumpkin!


Somebody stopped me recently inviting me to a Celebration of the Death of Jesus. It caught me off guard. What? Celebrating the death?

It became clear to me that they didn't mean they were happy that Jesus died... but they left out the crucial part.... They were celebrating the death... not what happened 3 days later.

It was that he rose from the dead.
He didn't stay dead.
We don't rejoice in his death but in the fact that he conquered death and was resurrected from the dead. That's what amazing. That's what sets our God apart from other gods. He didn't stay dead.


Today I'm celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ! What an amazing Savior I have!

From Natalie Grant's song Alive:

"Alive, Alive
Look what Mercy's overcome
Death has lost and Love has won!

Alive, Alive
Hallelujah, Risen Lord
the only one i fall before

I am His
because He is


Today is my Grandmother's 90th birthday. I love her so much and am so thankful for her. She is so passionate about Jesus and I hope that I have the elegance and grace she has when I'm 90!

Guess who is 6 today???!

Can't believe it's been 6 years since I had the twins. My, oh my, does the time fly! So grateful for these two and the blessing they are to our family. So thankful that I have the privilege of being their Mom. I have learned so much from having these two. Ian and Michael I love you. Happy Birthday!


One of the things that surprised me about our move is how much time we spend outside at our new house. Having such a large porch gives plenty of space not to mention all the trees nearby to climb. Libby and Samuel have loved being outdoors.

Zippity Zoo Da.

We've been making some quick trips to the zoo. Thursday we got an hour in and a half in. The week before we only had 30 minutes but the animals showed off. The family of monkeys were being adorable and precious and so fun to watch and the kids and I watched the tiger stalk back and forth in front of us for 10 minutes, literally a couple feet apart...with just glass between us.

This past trip we had the opportunity to closely look at the reptiles... Samuel's favorite. And here were some of our favorites from the reptiles, amphibians and nocturnal display...

Flashback: The Move

It all happened in such a blur. We found out we were accepted and moved in under 5 days.

The day of the move I saw this and had to bust out laughing.

Lucky Charms being eaten on a paper plate. Not a bowl. A literal plate.

And this was how I found one of our minions.


There are some days you just have to go with the flow. And that means letting your 3 year old live it up and get uber messy. Peter is on display here. covered in yogurt. oatmeal. And of course chocolate brownie batter.

Normal... or not?

I like the idea of being normal. But I'm not. Nothing about my life has been "normal" for a long time. And what does normal even really mean? My husband teases me at times over this. I try desperately to fit in and be "normal". But our life has been anything but.

I was talking with a friend when I came to the realization of what I meant, when I was saying I wanted to be "normal", what I'm really saying is I want to be understood. I want people to "get" me. And I realize most people don't. Most people don't know what it is to have a "big family" or have kids with special needs (cancer and cerebral palsy). I find myself trying so hard have someone understand me and it just doesn't happen.

In fact, I sometimes find myself in pain because people misunderstand me or my children or our intentions, etc. I really have had to let go of being understood. And not just being understood but being accepted. And this is really diff…