The Arm Bone’s Connected to the Shoulder Bone…

As a teenager, I'd stopped going to church. We didn't have much money, and I allowed Satan to convince me that because I didn't have new dresses to wear every other week, that I didn't belong in the church I grew up in (where it seemed to my young eyes that anyone who was anyone had new dresses all the time). Years later, I married and my husband and I moved to Alabama. One day, we came home to find a local church had hung a welcome packet on the front door. In it was a most precious letter ... VIEW POST

The Pitter Patter of Little Feet…

Fall at our home always means the pitter patter of little feet. I heard them this past Monday, at exactly 5:18 am. This is not the sound of people feet mind you, but different little feet. The sound was like nails on a chalkboard, or Chinese water torture. Little tiny mouse teeth chewing through my walls. I don’t know if my house has an invisible 3 inch tall “come on in, you’ll LOVE it here” sign in front of it or what, but they always come with the first frost of the season. Last Fall I ... VIEW POST

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Lessons From the Seashore…

As a parent, sometimes it’s easy to assume that we are always the teacher and our children are always the students. We were very blessed to be able to take a quick weekend getaway to the beach during Fall break. Over the past 4 years during our annual coastal getaway, the twins have gone from hating the sand, to tolerating it, to this year, loving it. We went crabbing, hunted for seashells, swam in the pool, built sandcastles, dodged wayward jellyfish, and splashed in the ocean. But during ... VIEW POST

Are We There Yet?

If you have children, or were ever a child at some point in your life, you’ve heard it before. It could be twenty minutes in, or five hours in, but somewhere between your starting point and your destination, a slightly whiny yet somewhat hopeful voice emits from behind your right ear “Are we there yet?”. Depending on your mood and the number of times you’ve already heard it, your response could vary from “No, sweetie, not yet” to a low growl. My kids are 4. They've already been on several ... VIEW POST