Archives for the Month of June, 2010

follow love – a letter for my husband

So when I’m blowing apart, you love me. You laugh at me and tell me I’m beautiful mad, and you make me laugh at me too. I take me too seriously, and you love my heart in spite of it. You offer me free, and I can’t decide what to do with it; I don’t [...]

un-fair

“Anyone God uses significantly is always deeply wounded.” (Brennan Manning) ♥ The children are quiet, unable to sustain their all-day whine past the point I’d hoped was coming sometime today. Thunder mumbles something overhead about lightning and incoming rain. I check the sky. It is confusion – blue and gray and white and sun and [...]

a little beauty, a little housekeeping

It is one of those days. My babies are tag-teaming each other for my attention. My toddler didn’t sleep last night, which meant I didn’t sleep last night. My six-month-old is teething. I do not find a lot of beautiful in all the fuss, when I want to pause and write and think my own [...]

monday

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. – Psalm 91:1 and what a shadow He has… ♥ My husband played dad and wonderful, wonderful husband for Father’s Day yesterday taking the kids for most of the day so that I could rack out some [...]

Photoplay: Frame It

it was february in charleston, and we needed to get out. out of the house, out of our particular operational mode, a week or so before he spilled frustration and i admitted i’d chosen too much, a month or so before we made our second child. we were hemmed in, crazy blank space that needed [...]

Hello

I know I’ve slacked WAY off my “dust project” since I moved my blog, but Shutter Sisters put out a prompt for a self-portrait this weekend.: Hello – You. The baby slept long this morning, so I pulled out my camera and put me on the other side of it for a few minutes. These [...]

dilemma

there are days passion presses me through grit, forces me to sky-high wall-less glory. all is amazing, not just well, and i fly. and there are days when, earth-bound, peace feels foreign, joy is mere enigma, something is wrong. i know there is grace for the living – i was made for it, my dust [...]