Those who know me know that I tend to tear up a fair bit. This is particularly true, as I’ve said elsewhere, when something inspires me, causes me to stand in awe, or just aligns with the Jesus way of living. For instance, recently I got all misty-eyed when Rhonda and I stopped to consider the response from our community in handling Rhonda’s arm injury. Just the words of support and prayers and tangible acts of service for us (from a “meal-train” to house-cleaning…
So I’ve enrolled in this book review program through BookLookBloggers.com. Basically, you get a free book in the mail and must write a review about it before getting another free book. It’s a great way to grow a collection of books… in theory. In reality, though, I received my first book, “I Don’t Want to Wait Anymore” by Grace Thornton, at the beginning of May and have been trudging through it, slowly, night after night, trying to finish it so I can move on…
Last weekend I celebrated Cameron’s 7th birthday with a “cake” made of Snicker bar and marshmallows surrounded by graham cracker and chocolate. In Cam’s words, this was, literally, “the best cake ever!” We were on a fishing trip and were in desperate need of spending some serious time together. I can’t articulate just how precious this time together was. On Sunday, Father’s Day, after a long day of packing up camp, fishing, and traveling home, Cam presented me with a list of 10 things he…
This morning I was inspired to ride my bike to work. In fact, I was inspired to bike with Cam and Graham to school first, and then ride my bike to work. The inspiration began as I lay in bed, giving half an ear to the kids playing in the livingroom and to Maddy “talking” from her crib while the sun streamed in from the window to tell me it was going to be a fantastic spring day. Such a glorious feeling waking…
“Let me share a secret your nana has learned: By inviting heartache to do its transforming work, your life will grow richer, more meaningful, and more marked by both beauty and joy–not in spite of, but because of the pain that has seasoned it along the way.” Pg. 280 So writes September Vaudrey to her granddaughter as she passes on one of the hardest learned but most valuable truths to be taught. Rhonda and I met September at the Storyline Conference…