Ordinary Time

I know I’ve already said it here, the thing about this season of unproductivity and feeling at a loss for words for most things, and it’s true—in the last year since The Family Bible Devotional came out, any time I’ve sat down to type a thing, anything not tied to some dollar-generating deadline, my fingers have hovered … More Ordinary Time

Joy Comes in the Morning – The Power of Eastertide

For Lent this year, I picked up a different kind of devotional compiled by a writing acquaintance of mine, Sarah Arthur. The book–Between Midnight and Dawn–provides a selection of Scripture passages (Psalm, Prophet, Epistle, Gospel) paired with poems and excerpts of fiction from both contemporary and canonized authors for each week of the Lenten season. … More Joy Comes in the Morning – The Power of Eastertide

On Not Writing

You guys, I used to be a writer. I used to have thoughtful thoughts all day long and scribble them in notes on my phone to reference later in a blog post or article, sometimes three or four a month plus writing projects and essays in which I thought more thoughtful thoughts and then sent … More On Not Writing

The Lost Babies

Henry: “How old would the other children be if they were born?” Me: “I think 14, 13, 10, and 8.” Henry: “I would’ve liked the 8-year-old. We would have been buds.” I don’t know if it’s strange or awesome or awkward that all three of my kids know about our multiple miscarriages. We don’t talk … More The Lost Babies

On Failed Resolutions

I chose as a word for 2018 “resolve,” which seems a little lazy, given that the New Year is all about resolutions: “I’m resolved to be happily married in thirty years. I’m resolved to be healthy in thirty years. I’m resolved to be wiser, humbler, and more closely aligned with Christ in thirty years. Will … More On Failed Resolutions

Marriage: Year Fifteen

Fall 2017: Learning about Settling We buy what Brandon affectionately calls our “death house” – forget the forever home business, this is the place we’ll die someday. It’s unlike any other house, with weird pockets of weirdness tucked into corners of weirdness. We love it. The place we buy is where we want to stay. … More Marriage: Year Fifteen