Seventeen from '17

Yesterday another great year drew to a close.  It left as quickly as it came.  Being in my mid-thirties with a husband, two young children, a career, a heap of homemaking to get done, and a dog…well, let’s suffice it to say that it’s the perfect environment for oodles of learning.  And 2017 did not disappoint.   It was a challenging year – even arduous at times.  But when facing a new 365 days – and all the laundry those days will inevitably make – I think I’ve got time to sit and write seventeen valuable lessons from my time in 2017, because, let’s face it, it all comes out in the wash. 

Truth from the Trenches: Choosing Joy Again (and again, and again)

This past Wednesday Addison had another neurosurgeon appointment.  It was in Lubbock, some two hours down the road – four hours round-trip.  And, as I was driving to and from, I was thinking.  I do some of my best thinking in the car, actually, although almost none of it makes it anywhere useful because I have a raging case of forgetfulness going on.

Truth from the Trenches: God's Goodness {Alternately Titled: First Epilepsy Anniversary}

Spilled Milk of Spiritual Proportions: On Parenthood, Holy Practice, & Obedience

The Backstory:

We already had all three children.  Addison was just a teensy-weensy two-month old but between her and the jealous 16-month old brother, his persistent reflux, and a husband who worked out-of-state most days, my sanity was beginning to wane.  I posted some flaky meme and a half-hearted cry for help on social media and I promptly received the following encouragement: “Do the next thing.” –Elisabeth Elliot

Huh?  What am I supposed to do with that?

There's No Way Out But Through: When you're longing for the end to be in sight...

One year ago today…

Finding Yourself In The Real Deep End: On Epilepsy & God

If you follow me anywhere, facebook or real life, you know that our little family has been in more hospitals and doctor appointments than I’d like to admit.  What you might not know is that our lives today feel drastically different than they did just three weeks ago.  Over the course of four months, a series of increasingly frightening episodes, several ambulance rides, two neurologists, a mis-diagnosis, and one neurosurgeon, this chronicle of events finally culminated in a four-day stay at Covenant Women’s and Children’s pediatric ICU.