Category: Family life
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Hidden Treasures
Part of the reason for the cedar chest is to keep these things from my children themselves. Although it is not locked, they have an innate understanding that what is in the chest is to be kept. It’s the story of who they are. It’s the story of what needs to be remembered. These items…
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Sweeter than Honey
No one reveals our character better than our children. She likely spewed these words off in her teenage angst. It’s unbelievable that God would speak through a surly teenager, but he did speak out of the mouth of a …donkey… so I suppose it is possible.
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#35 Make a lot of Money
This article is a part of the 129 Ways to Get a Husband series… a magnificent adventure in finding a husband (or just a really hilarious life)… based off the 1958 McCall’s magazine article. Follow along on this great adventure by checking out the first article here. Sometimes being a single mom sucks. Actually, I should say it…
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The Day That Will Live in Infamy
A few years ago Oma went to Kailie’s class to talk about WW2. She repeated over and over again in her thick German accent, “The Jews were just people like you and me. They were the same as us.”
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The Faith to Let Go
When my daughter was born, my heart was immediately outside of my body. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. I know that all mom’s say that, but I was absolutely right. Soon after, I wished she could just be back inside my womb, convinced that was the safest…
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Grief
Every broken relationship, broken dream, broken life points us to death. The end of all things is a reminder that this is not our eternal. Eventually, all of this will end.
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The Dance of a Hero
He knows the pain and the shame. He knows how you feel unworthy. Even still, His hearts pumps out love for you, pulsing through His arms to His hands, through his legs to his feet, and he dances.
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#DirtyFingernails
These fingers are marked with all sorts of colors and dirt, signs foreshadowing the hard worker he will become. His fingers are strong, and so is he. With these fingers he digs in the dirt to plant, to discover, to imagine.
Savannah Lyon 