I've got time

I’ve got time. I’m a mom. I wipe noses and soothe owies and break up fights. I lose my cool and lack my rest and never show up at my best. Who has time for beauty? I’m a mom. I feel the burden of tomorrow and wait

I get to

This new place. The new and orderly and thrumming organized chaos of a big city. Everything is tucked carefully into somewhere else. We spent several hours in a Service Ontario — in a Staples store. I walked through a mall to get to an outdoor concert. The constant construction, up and

In and out to find pasture

Devotional time? When does this happen? What is “quiet time” to moms of young children? Quiet anything is long forgotten! First: This is hard. Might as well say it. And it's not because moms don’t want to. We do. And worse, Satan doesn’t want us to.

These Counters

They’ve seen light of days And the dark of night. They’ve seen messy sprays, Sure, they’re quite the sight. They’ve heard laughter passing, Even our anger lasting. Held up weight of the seasons, Holding up without reason. Sand and sun and snacks And mud and little

Just normal

Never have I been so deeply grateful for “normal.” Normal breakfast. Normal go-to-work. A normal walk in the woods. Normal go-to-school. Normal homework. Just…normal.  This year has been anything but normal. But gradually, with school in full swing and Joel starting a new job, things are settling into normal