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The Early Bird Gets the Word

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”

Evidence

The other night I rounded the corner to find this:

Evidence that there is a naked boy running around my house somewhere.

The Need to Belong

Humans have a deep need to belong.

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“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”

Pinterest Lies

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”

Misunderstood Lyrics

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!”

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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”

The Search Has Ended

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”

Lesson of Faith from a Five-Year-Old

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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”

Babies Don’t Keep

Song for a Fifth Child (Babies Don’t Keep)

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

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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.

Run Wild

My sweet friend Heather Palmquist enlisted me in a challenge of her making:  to create a poem using only the song titles of my current playlist. I used my two Spotify playlists that are basically the background music while I’m working on my Young Adult novel. The music has helped propel me to a manuscript that is nearly finished – only about 4,000 words to go!

You can read Heather’s quite amazing poem Shuffle (allegro) , along with the two other friends that participated as well. Angela’s Playlist Poetry, and Jinxie’s Out of the Black.

Run Wild

Run Wild

Run Wild, Now We Are Free.

Keep Fighting, White Angel.

Can You Hold Me, Unbroken?

Tangled Strings, The Warmth, Elixir.

Out of Nowhere, Illumination.

May It Be.

Out of the Woods, Small Memory.

Skimming Stones. Geronimo.

Sailing Again, Crystalline.

How You Love Me, Illusion.

When the Days are Long and the Kids are Small

Every so often, I go through my sons’ closets and drawers to organize, pull out what is worn out or no longer fits, and neatly put back the keepers.

This afternoon was for one of those tasks. Continue reading “When the Days are Long and the Kids are Small”