Drinking all the cups of coffee. Sharing all the drops of bliss. Creator of a cozy home & mama village.
Maya Angelou said that "there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." Virginia Woolf pointed out that "if you don't tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people." Do we believe this? When a story grips us is it because something of real life touches something deep... Continue Reading →
Are you in a season of restless searching? Is there a disquiet in your heart that perhaps can't be pinpointed? A wandering that has you looking in vain for the next big adventure? I am. I often am. If perhaps you can identify with my heart's yearnings, then you understand the search for validation, the... Continue Reading →
I'm sipping warm lemon-ginger-honey water and giving thanks for the box of Cheerios David picked up for me yesterday. I'm sipping and I'm picturing. My belly big and round. The lusty cry of a newborn. The years of parenting. The dreams. The hurts. The fears. Sometime this weekend, my 9-week pregnancy update will be written... Continue Reading →
After several weeks absent from my blog, I opened my own webpage and began to read again of Dandelion Dreams. On that sunny morning, I had just marked the four week anniversary of our miscarriage and the two week anniversary of Grandpa Bill's death. My shriveled heart was due for a long soak in the... Continue Reading →
Mother's Day this past Sunday marked the 4 week anniversary of my miscarriage. I admit. I avoided church. Didn't send cards to the women in my life who model motherhood. Barely called/texted the incredible Mama and Mother-in-Law that continually light up my life. I ignored the holiday. Four weeks ago (now nearly five), I told... Continue Reading →
"There's a peace I've come to know Though my heart and flesh may fail. There's an anchor for my soul. I can say 'It is well.'" Upheaval seems to be one of the themes of 2013 so far. In December, as I was pondering my 2013 goals, I distinctly had the impression that the Holy... Continue Reading →
"Biblical passion is a mysterious mixture of humility, supernatural hunger, and faith. I pursue because I have been pursued. Lethargy must not be found in me. And if the average Christian life around me falls short of the biblical standard, I must pursue against the grain. If people are not being healed, I will not... Continue Reading →
Charlie Brown's Christmas' "O Tannenbaum" serenades my efforts to celebrate all that is precious, good, and . . . alive. Very alive. A frothy espresso rewards my nearly all-day cleaning and decorating efforts. Laundry done. Sheets and towels washed. Every inch of bathroom and bedroom cleaned and dusted. Christmas decorations dug out of storage and... Continue Reading →
I laughed at a joke. Several witty responses to friends' Facebook posts popped unhindered into my mind. I'm hungry tonight...very hungry. Cramps don't wrack my body in the same way. I forget for a little while the grief that has dominated my heart for days. Despite the stormy forecast, I believe the sun may be... Continue Reading →
Over oatmeal, a chocolate turnover, a breakfast sandwich, and, of course, cups of coffee yesterday morning, a dear friend and I discussed a plethora of emotions - specifically those that many would deem wasted. Yearning for a baby. Hoping again and again for conception. Again and again tasting disappointment. Yearning for a husband. Hoping again... Continue Reading →
