I cried when we found out we were moving to San Francisco. I cried because we’d never be able to get August into a preschool in this crammed city packed with kids on waiting lists since their days in-utero. I cried because I had finally been able to afford a babysitter a few days a week in Austin, and I’d finally been finding the writing time I’d long-hoped of having. I cried because if I had to pay a gazillion... Read more
Over the past few months I’ve had the opportunity to encounter and get to know Tanya Marlow through her writing and her friendship in the blogosphere. Every time I connect with her I have been encouraged and cared for. She is kind and humble and I’m thankful to have discovered her and her writing. ******** Sometimes I tell God, ‘Look, you chose the wrong person to be housebound with an autoimmune illness. You should have chosen someone more spiritual who... Read more
Yesterday was August’s first day at his new preschool. He was scared. And it is an afternoon program so he spent the morning mentally and emotionally terrified and I spent the morning trying to do everything in my power to take his mind off the severe anxiety. (I think he inherited his worried nature from his mother. No comment.) When I left he was in tears. Then I went to drop off paperwork in the preschool’s office and I ended... Read more
I feel the dark sadness press in like a dam has broken, an internal stopper lifted so the water flows downstream, straight where it wants to go. All my efforts against it are like shakey, rickety barriers, sticks I once lay in hopes of keeping it all contained. It’s a virus that undoes me: Germs shared between two little boys, kisses and snotty noses passed along to my body. The fevers all show up simultaneously in this temporary home where... Read more
A couple of weeks ago, Christianity Today posted an interview with Eric Jacobson, author of The Space Between: A Christian Engagement with the Built Environment. He spoke in the interview (which is definitely worth a read) about what we’ve lost in the Church by suburbanizing ourselves. He spoke about the power of the parish and the idea that when a church is woven into the life of a neighborhood, it helps create shared living, true fellowship, in the same way that... Read more
Within the span of two weeks, I had two different friends from two different pieces of my life, specifically reach out to me, encouraging me to meet their friend Amy Julia Becker. There were lots of reasons they wanted me to meet her: 1) because her book, A Good and Perfect Gift, is beautiful writing. (I talked about it once here.) 2) because she is such an important voice on faith and disability in our culture (her blog on the topic is... Read more
Can we just start by saying that I love dressing my boys up in bow-ties even if they complain and refuse to smile for pictures. Also, I love that August made it all the way down the aisle at cheetah-fast speed (as he would say) even though Brooksie didn’t quite make it past the trees on the grassy walk before the aisle began. Will you just imagine with me the “Here comes the bride” sign the boys were supposed to carry... Read more
Listen, if you’re ever at a wedding at, say, a barn in a beautiful vineyard (for example), and you’re walking down the concrete stairs wearing shoes that look like this: It’s very important that you hold the rail. Don’t be all Look at me, I can walk down these stairs without holding the rail! Because what might happen (and this is totally hypothetical) is your right foot might come down just a little off on the fourth to bottom stair,... Read more
I’ve been a fan of Ed Cyzewski ever since I first discovered his “Women in Ministry Series,” while simultaneously realizing he was a man! (Which means he is the bravest kind of man and I truly admire him.) He was our first contribution to the {This Sacred Everyday} series. And, he’s a fellow stay-at-home parent. (Which means I admire him even more.) So it’s an honor to be able to contribute today to the very series I first found and... Read more
Saturday morning, Chris took the boys in search of the perfect San Francisco donut and dropped me off at a park so I could run for the first time in four weeks. But first I sat down on a bench and called one of my dearest, a friend I hadn’t caught up in almost the same amount of time I hadn’t been on a run. Our conversation did not go as expected. She’s in an amazing 9-month intensive academy, studying... Read more
Micha Boyett
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