These are the hands that held my newborn daughter.  They fit nicely in my husband’s much bigger hands.  When I was a little girl, my daddy held my hand as we walked across parking lots.  My teachers worked with me as I learned to use them to print, to write in cursive, to type, to press the “return” key at the end of every line.  My mom showed me how to use my hands to curl my hair, scramble eggs, chop onions, scrub bathtubs. Later I learned to use my hands to make biscuits, cookies, pancakes, bread, and other yummy … Continue reading Hands

The Box

There are some things in life that are so painful that we wrap them up in a tight box and put them away on a shelf at the very back of our hearts.  We get cluttered in our minds and in our lives — and, to some degree the more cluttered things are, the easier it is to cope with everyday life because the groaning contained in the tiny box is drowned out by the clamor of busyness. Since I began homeschooling seven years ago, I’ve held on to every scrap of curriculum I ever bought.  I passed up opportunities … Continue reading The Box

You Are His Favorite

I’ve been noticing the extraordinary all week.  This faded rose called out to me to take its photo last night.  I like the beauty that remains despite the age of the flower.  As I get older myself (ahem), I’ve grown to appreciate the gentle, extraordinary beauty that is found in faded flowers, faded jeans, and faded hair. Speaking of the extraordinary, an extraordinary encounter at church this past Sunday has held me enthralled and utterly enchanted.  I feel as if I am falling in love with the Lord all over again! During worship, my daughter became emotional.  All the angst of … Continue reading You Are His Favorite

A View from My Finder

I am in the photo zone these days. Everywhere I look I seem to be looking through a viewfinder.  I’ve had some success with some shots and some very horrible messed up shots that I won’t tell you about because we all know I’m perfect, right? Wrong!  But I’m having fun and only got frustrated one time today. I can tell that I’m in my groove when I take photos because I completely lose track of time, and then when I’m finished taking photos for awhile I tend to be in an altered state of mind.  You know how a … Continue reading A View from My Finder

A Lounge Lizard’s Timeline of Faith

The Lounge Lizard has finally flown the coop!  Twenty-five days post-surgery, and I am slowly stretching my lizard wings.  I even drove my daughter to mall on Friday!  I still have to take it easy, which can be frustrating when I *think* I feel well enough to do something but then learn halfway through that I’m not quite ready.  My trip to Target late last week left me in tears because I wanted to do more, but my body couldn’t handle it. A friend of mine mentioned the other day that my journey through this process has been a glimpse … Continue reading A Lounge Lizard’s Timeline of Faith