At a birthday celebration dinner the other day, Esmae pulled down a glass from the table, it hit the floor and shattered into a thousand tiny pieces causing the entire outdoor seating area to look at us and the man at the table next to us to grab Esmae to ensure she didn’t step on the glass. Tonight as I...
Have you ever been in the woods in early morning, when the light is beginning to break through sky-high limbs? The fog is dense, so much so that the rays of light are defined by it, streaking through as if you could wrap your hands around them. The branches glisten with dew, heavy with the weight of each drop. The...
Leaving what you have always known, leaving the life you’ve always loved has this way of forcing you down into the depths of your beating heart. It plunges you into these places of gratefulness and sadness and hope and clarity in a way that I’m not sure I’ve experienced before. It has opened my eyes to, well, a lot of...
Lately I’ve been in a funk. There’s been a lot going on around our house—the Lord is brewing up some changes that get me really excited and at the same time really overwhelmed. Do you ever feel like when your to-do list is growing, all you want to do is hole up and hide away? That’s me lately. I fill...
Currently, I have a cold, my kids have a cold, and it has been starting to feel a little cold outside. I am sitting on the couch after what has felt like a long day, full and tiresome, but my body refuses to sleep—my lids heavy, but my insides restless. I drag my feet into the kitchen where I thoughtlessly...
So here I sit with the dreaded cursor blinking at me, encouraging me in none other than a pushy way to write—to say something—anything. There’s something about the cursor that reminds me every time I sit staring at it though—it reminds me that to say something is better than to say nothing. It reminds me that whatever words spill from...
Whoever you are, I think you’d be comfortable saying that you’ve had a run-in at some point with shame—that deep, nagging sense of wishing you could rewind and have a “do-over”, that deep, abiding feeling of almost resenting something you’ve done, something about yourself, something that defines you. Sometimes I think shame can sneak up on us—perhaps we don’t even...
Oftentimes when I wake in the morning, my body begins to stir before my mind is ready to engage with the fact that it will have to remain alert for the next, oh, seventeen-ish hours. Generally, my body clock begins to sound around 5:15, and my body obeys whenever Esmae’s little cries start to carry down the hall and into...
I have, yet again, come to realize that opening the front (and the back) door to kids with messy pasts is a fast track to a few things: a. Exhaustion b. Impatience c. Anxiety d. Change e. Self-reflection f. Conviction of sin Despite the above list, I do...
One week. Seven Days. 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. This is how long we’ve had “X”, our new foster son. With his addition to our family, we now have three children under three...
Hey All, I'm Lindsay. I'm here putting my heart out there for you to read and hopefully be encouraged by. This place here is my life--my parenting, my home, my Jesus, my thoughts about life. I can't wait to get to know you through this sweet and sacred place.