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.

Leprechaun Tears: A Story of Age, Wisdom, & Walking Worthy

I work in the world of Foster Care.  It’s been almost a decade of my professional life with a one-year, brief intermission wherein I stayed home to care for our then-6-month-old-son.  TEN as in ONE-ZERO.  This reality was driven home this past week when I received an alumni newsletter and homecoming invitation to my 10-year, class of 2006, college reunion. 

Unbuttoned: The Soulful Work of Abiding

We unbutton a soul, because we know what we are made of.

But For God: A Message About Grace

Throughout the six months of our time as an engaged couple, we made lots of plans, as any couple does.  We talked about a myriad of things…there seemed to be endless possibilities.  We prayed equally as much as we talked and it became important to us both to not plan a wedding so much, as to plan a marriage.  

A Little Neurosis (but it's worth it if you read to the end...)

There’s a delicate balance between a person who is absolutely normal and one who is absolutely wacko – and I know that balance well.  I’m not sure the internet or, more likely, the few people who read this blog, are quite ready for this information.  Truthfully, I’m not sure I’m ready to put this out there.  But here goes…

Swelling Soul

We are committed-oriented people.  

Sketchy on the Details

It’s been a minute.  Well, to be fair, it’s been A LOTTA minutes. 

I know.  {hear the faint sound of defeat in that}  You guys were all laughing at me when I decided to start a blog a mere two months before another Gleaton was added to our ranks. And to be honest, I don’t recall a single one of you warning me. Not that I would have listened, but at least I wouldn’t have been quite so surprised {read: bamboozled} when I failed to post ONE – a measely peasly ONE blog in the entire 364 days that followed January 1^st.