“The Lord thy God is mighty… He will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.”
You know deep in your bones that what he is thinking or doing or feeling or chasing is going to land him in deep guano sooner or later.
After the pies are baked, they pop right out – like mini springform pans without the spring. They are the cutest ever.
We do not want to be apart. For each member of our family, including him, this is the hardest part of our sacrifice. We love him, and he loves us.
This summer, our family was given the gift of a photoshoot by a friend of ours who is just setting up his side gig of photography.
Children, children. Don’t you ever stop chewing on each other? Don’t you prefer to lay down control over the minutia of the universe?
“Here is a beautiful pinecone, even though it’s a little squished, and that big big dandelion wants to come home with me…”
What I lack in a history of sexual sin I make up for in a thousand other ways, as named here. I am greatly in need of grace.
It means so much to me that Jesus rose – that He is alive with us in the baby snuggles and the new crocuses and the mocha cupcakes.
It was an interesting experiment, but to be honest, that part wasn’t worth it. It made me think and care too much about food.