My Kids Think Junk Mail Is Super Cool ... (And Other Curious Confessions)

So, I realized that there is a thread of seriousness to my recent posts…and while that’s good and all, sometimes it’s important to remember to come up for air.  Perhaps it’s because our life is (generally) anything but serious.  Most days, the hardest thing we face is whether anyone’s sock is crooked in their shoe. That and when the mailman is coming because my kids think getting junk mail is a pretty big deal.  They act like its Christmas or something.  –we’ve really gotta get out more –  (Merp.)  I digress.  Anyway, I have decided to list a few confessions  – ya’ know – just to keep me humble and give me something to cringe about a few weeks from now…

Life Has A Way of Unraveling (Part 2)

Sometimes you unexpectedly meet a person and you find yourself face to face with what it means to be broken.  This day, four years ago, I met our firstborn son in a most unexpected way and since that time, brokenness has been my theme.  

Life Has A Way of Unraveling (Part 1)

This is an excerpt of what I wrote one year after Parker was born and buried.  At the time I wrote this, I was carrying our second child.  This is part one.

Wholly Sure & Fully Holy

Before I had children, I didn’t even know it was possible to love someone who threw up on your toothbrush.  But in child-rearing, as in life, the struggle is part of the story. 

Current Situation

I’ll be brief because I’ve been sick.  

About Me

Because my sister likes what I wrote and because it took an obscene amount of time to find out how to actually edit the real About Me section...I decided it not only earned a prominent spot along the side of my blog home page, but that it also deserved it's very own special post. It's post No. 17 and, yes, I realize it's a couple of years in, but ya' know? Better late than never, right?!?

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.