After several weeks of being off social media entirely, the things I learned were surprising. In short, it changed me.
In an instant, they’re gone.
So many of them happen unnoticed, disguised as mundane spaces between the exciting moments that become legends.
It’s in the first cool drops of a spring rain.
It’s in the earthy scent of rich, black soil.
It’s in the giggles of a happy child…
… and in the cries of an infant at midnight.
It’s in the rays of a bright sun, warming the skin and lifting the spirits.
Life in all its mundane glory.
Photo by Astrid Westvang
There are a million reasons why I love my church. I experience God in this place in such a rich way, I walk away week after week challenged, convicted, encouraged, humbled, and empowered. Our pastor, Ryan Whitley, and song leader, Bryan Haskins, are the face of CrossPoint, displaying passion and enthusiasm for Christ that, in my opinion, is an incredible example of unrelenting faith and love.
But an exchange today is such a perfect example of how the family of CrossPoint works.
I have found The Way.
Writing is a very, VERY hard dream to chase, especially in the midst of life.
Ideally, time would pause long enough to allow some rest, let my imagination wander, and pound out an impressive word count without being absent from my family.
But let’s be real. Time is elusive. Continue reading “The Early Bird Gets the Word”
Humans have a deep need to belong.
“Even when people come to Christ and fill their need to belong to God, they still need to belong to the community of God’s people.” Victory Over the Darkness by Neil T. Anderson Continue reading “The Need to Belong”
I’ve decided that Pinterest is a liar.
I use it often for recipes, but haven’t had much luck with crafting. And I’m a fairly decent crafter.
This week, Wesley has a science project due on Friday at school. It has to be demonstrated in front of the class, so anything involving boiling water and other dangerous (or impossible) chemicals/tools aren’t an option. Continue reading “Pinterest Lies”
I’m always amused by a good case of misunderstood lyrics. Wesley has added to my list of favorites by singing the chorus of God is On The Move by 7eventh Time Down as, “Good is on the loose, on the loose, Hallelujah!”
But Caleb recently had me laughing until I was breathless at his interpretation of the chorus of Lauren Daigle’s First. Continue reading “Misunderstood Lyrics”
Every child has it.
That favorite toy. That special blanket. That irreplaceable stuffed animal.
For me, it was Bear-Bear, a fluffy brown bear that my great-grandmother gave me at the age of 5. It was nearly as big as me. Continue reading “The Search Has Ended”
Our nightly bedtime routine consists of Kris rocking Caleb to sleep while I lay down with Wesley in his bed.
Tonight, as I tucked him in and we settled down, Wesley insisted that I get a piece of paper and a pen to write something down. Continue reading “Lesson of Faith from a Five-Year-Old”
Song for a Fifth Child (Babies Don’t Keep)
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, oh mother, come shake out your cloth!
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking!
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby, loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.)
Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby. Babies don’t keep.