Faith*Family*Friends*(& Coffee)

The Best is Yet To Come

I must confess, the words – they hide Nor can I see Your face. The veil, it hides what lies beyond A fogged mirror; smudged glasses distort my view of grace. In this world we will have trouble But You have overcome. I tell myself again and more: The best is yet to come. The pain, nigh to unbearable Is tangible and fierce. My prayers, they are so feeble Can they really Heaven pierce? I know deep down inside my...

Clarity in the Night

They come far too few and ¬†far between. Moments of stark and complete clarity. Moments when the mist thins and the things that seemed so crystal clear before, you now realize were smudged at best…completely distorted at worst. I had one such moment recently while caring for our son through a bout of croup. I’m talking about it over at Pieces of Amy today. I’d love to have you join me there, and...

The Deep Breath Before the Plunge

I feel like I’ve been very quiet around here for awhile. Oh, sure, there have been things going on. We had our Magic of a Childhood Christmas Series, and some fun Irish giveaways. And I’ve had some posts at The Better Mom and Intentional by Grace. But I feel like its been a long time since I’ve really…written. You might not know it, but we are preparing for an extended time in the States. We...

When Your Morning…Needs a New Morning

I’ve had more of those mornings than I care to recall. You know the ones. When everyone has woken up on the wrong side of the bed, and before breakfast is even consumed you realize your day already needs a restart. On one of these mornings recently, I heard a Whisper in my heart to stop, take a deep breath, and start over. I’m sharing the story at Intentional By Grace today, and I’d love to have...

So It’s A New Year. Now What?

It takes me by surprise every year. Not the fact that the calendar changes over once again. Or how time seems to be accelerating at break neck pace. But nearly every year I’m taken aback that I wake up New Year’s Day just as stressed, worried, burdened as I was when I went to bed on New Year’s Eve. Somehow I convince myself that the dawn of a fresh year will lighten the load, and somehow press the...

« Previous Entries

Powered by WordPress | Designed by Elegant Themes
%d bloggers like this: