Life is hard, y’all. Lately I’ve been feeling a bit blue, kind of like the moon was last night. I promise I didn’t doctor this photo in any way except to crop it. Imagine that, a blue moon that actually IS blue! Continue reading Blue on Blue Moon
Physical Education was my worst subject in school. I hated everything about it — the smell of the gym, the sound of thirty basketballs slamming against the floors, basketballs flying out of nowhere and hitting my head, being the last one chosen for teams, every single time in every single sport, never being able to serve the volleyball over the net, the Texas heat, sweat, tripping over my own feet… So it’s no surprise that as an adult the mere idea of “working out” is fraught with trepidation and even a hint of danger (at least around flying objects, such … Continue reading Fitbit Motivator
Snip. Snip. That’s the sound of my apron strings being severed, one at a time. Today my almost-fourteen-year-old-going-on-thirty-four girl child had an appointment to get her hair trimmed. Her first day of Classical Conversations is Monday, and I figured it would be nice to get those curls evened out. We talked about styles on the way to the hairdresser, and I distinctly remembering advising her to keep it at the same length..but perhaps vary the style…add some long bangs, frame the face, etc. However, I told her, “It’s your hair and your head! You can make your own decisions.” After … Continue reading Funky Style
This morning in church after worship, the pastor exhorted us with a phrase from Hebrews 12 I’ve heard so often that it usually skims over my head and drips down to the floor without me even noticing. But today I heard these words with clarity and what felt like a bolt of lightning piercing my awareness: “Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith…” The Author of My Faith. The faith that I have in the Lord was written by Jesus. That’s what an author does. He holds the pen…my faith life is the … Continue reading Fixing My Eyes
Today I get to be a gushy momma. I’m not really sure what “gushy” means, but it sounds a bit like the way I felt when I helped my daughter prepare for her first skating competition of the week. I wish I had thought to capture the makeup and hair session on camera, but I forgot. Just imagine a photo of my daughter sitting with one eye clenched tight, tears running out of her eyelids as we tried to apply super glittery eyeliner without getting any glitter in her eye. The things we do for beauty. I adore this picture … Continue reading Gushy Momma
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