It’s been a long while since I’ve posted on the blog. I think it started because I was struggling to find time to engage in my writing. Sleepless (again) nights left me feeling exhausted and unable to engage with a sharpness of mind. Right around the time of my last post, however, I started going to counseling for a number...
I feel like a changed woman. This is not an exaggeration, praise God. You guys, Esmae slept last night from 7:00-6:20, cried a little and slept again until 6:40. Getting out of bed this morning felt like I’d died and gone to heaven. Looking into the mirror, I wasn’t horrified by the dark rings under my eyes. I didn’t cringe...
A while back I saw this quote from a song I that don’t know, but the lyrics were profound to me, and for some reason, I felt moved by them. The lyrics say: Let us float in the tears Let us cry from the laughters Life can be a rollercoaster. Our hopes can be dashed. Our dreams can simply drift...
This week’s Thursday things, may push some buttons. I may make a few of you feel uncomfortable, but if I choose not to share some of these loves, I would be quieting a part of my heart and life and reality that is front and center, and as I’ve reverberated in past posts–this blog is the raw and honest truth. So,...
Outside our back door there is a spider that is disgustingly huge. I’m talking half-dollar size. Surprisingly, I haven’t been seeing the spider as being disgusting, however, which is very unlike my squeamish, bug-fearing self. I take that back, I’m not afraid of all bugs. I think cool bugs like stick bugs and leaf bugs and caterpillars and grasshoppers are...
The sky today is as blue as blue as Esmae’s eyes—or her eyes as blue as today’s sky? Either way–woah. It’s gorgeous out. Not a lick of humidity—thank God, literally. Thanks to a helpful friend, I’m sitting at Starbucks getting my writing on here instead of at my home office; and by office I mean, my bed or my...
It feels super crazy that I just posted my last week’s thirteen things two days ago, so I am going to skip this week, and post instead. This is what I wrote last night. Love you, people! The house is quiet. The kids are in bed and my husband is out having a drink with a buddy. I just left...
Lately, it’s been extremely difficult to explain how I’m feeling because I feel guilty even saying it out loud. So let me start by saying, I totally get that people would kill to do what I’m doing. Some women would drop their jobs in a heartbeat if it meant they could stay at home with the little kids that make...
As I sit here in the early hours of the day I feel so proud that I got myself up and out of bed before Martell started yelling, “I’m AWAKE! I’m AWAKE!” I made myself coffee because, well, do I really need to finish that sentence? I can still hear the unified chirping of the crickets outside, and I am...
I am easily fooled. I scroll through my Instagram feed and I see all of these sheen homes. Ones filled with simple white walls that amazingly have no fingerprints or crayon scribbles; ones pictured with kids who have only wooden toys and wear all organic cottons; ones that cook beautiful food and have open shelves in the kitchen lined with...
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.