Nice Enough… I moved last month. If you haven’t seen a blog post about the spiritual exercise of moving , or the theological value of letting some things go, blah blah blah, it’s because I’ve been too overwhelmed to write anything. Moving on… we love our new house, and its wilderness views. (I’ll post pics soon). Bad news: the neighbors. To be fair, I’ve only met two of them. One was nice enough, but did not seem at all interested... Read more
When Jeremy and i moved to arizona, we had 5 blissful weeks between the time we put ky in the rear view mirror, and my start date at foothills. We resisted all urges to come straight to phoenix, unpack, find jeremy a job, and be grown-ups. The movers took our stuff to storage (some of which we got back eventually… not recommending that moving company any time soon) and for 5 weeks we were on roam. “You’re homeless!” my bff... Read more
It is officially hot enough to melt your shoes out there, so lots of time to enjoy a good book in the a/c! Or better yet, take that good book and seek higher ground. Curling up in a cabin in Flagstaff sounds just divine right about now… Last summer I skipped the annual reading list because I was pregnant and re-reading my all-time favorites (crazy hormones send you running for the familiar–for me that meant lots of trips to Hogwarts, Mitford,... Read more
This is what the Church is up against, folks. The people who come through our doors are asked, at every turn out there in the world, to give to this and that thing, person, or cause. Often they are asked by people who don't know how to ask for it. Usually by people who don't know the first thing about the potential giver or his/her situation. Often by people who don't know the difference in, say, supporting cancer, vs supporting cancer research (which, i'm sure, is what she meant). Read more
this is not the first time someone has told me, "hey, you're still wearing your name tag." Strangers who would never presume to point out other social faux pas, have no qualms in pointing out this one. "Be careful," they are sort of saying. "That nametag is an invitation for someone to talk to you, learn your name, find out about what you do. And once we've left the office, none of us wants that!" Read more
as we barrel into another hot summer, i'm reminded of the first glimpse i received of that sweltering sun. I didn't know what abundance lay in store for my life here, for my family, for the church i was just getting to know. But in retrospect, there was promise in that first blazing sunrise. There is promise in every new morning, for those who seek light upon rising. Read more
Well, about this time every year, i commence whining. About the miserable desert heat, about the astronomical utility bill, about the utter lack of lightning bugs to bring an element of joy to sweltering summer nights… and maybe, most of all, about the fruitless (ha ha) search for a good tomato in the desert. Growing up in Kentucky, i was spoiled. Every May-August or so, I could go to the farmer’s market, i could count on gifts from friends’ gardens, i... Read more
AZ summer + small children means rising in the 5-5:30AM range with the sun. If you are a parent who does anything with your kid at that hour other than turn on the t.v.–then you’re a liar. The other day i turned on the last few minutes of a “Full House” rerun, before “Max and Ruby.” (That’s right. My kid gets up so early that there aren’t even cartoons on Nickelodeon yet. She’s up with the insomniacs and third-shift convenience... Read more
It’s hard teaching a 2-year-old how to share. Can i get an amen? The mantra at our house lately has been, “don’t take things away from baby brother…it makes him sad.” MIGHT be starting to sink in a bit. The other day i was getting dressed for the day, and heard the unmistakable sound of a baby playing with a plastic bag. (Parents of the Year, people! Right here!) I hurried toward the sound to intervene…and came into the room to... Read more
I’m not much of a romantic. I don’t, for instance, remember important dates like my first date with my husband. I know it was late-May-ish, and i know that it was 10 years ago. Suddenly, today, i turn the page to June, and realize that we’ve missed our 10-year date-iversary. I may not be a romantic. But, that kind of bums me out. (Luckily, he is not such a romantic either, so neither of us is in trouble…) Since we didn’t get to... Read more
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