Thursday, November 28, 2013

A Quiet Thank You...

Before the weekend goes wild, before the holiday busy, I want to take a quiet moment to thank you, dear friends, for sharing hearts with me here.

I'm blessed by
 your friendship,
 your kindness,
 your prayers,
 and the sweet honor of your time.

Happy Thanksgiving. Thank you for sharing life with me. I'm ever-so grateful.



Oh give thanks to the Lord for He is good; for His steadfast love endures forever! Psalm 118:1 ESV

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Practice in Perseverance

Hey Friends,

I love Wedded Wednesdays at Sozowomen. Here's my post from yesterday.

Have a sweet weekend - filled with God's grace.



Monday, November 11, 2013


The youngest boys and I are in the yard raking. The ground is covered in deep gold. There's a lot to do. Our beautiful maple now is down to bare branches reaching into the November sky.

"I'm tired," Zay says. "Can we take a break and jump?"

We've gathered quite a pile. It's appealing. It calls to the boys. I nod and they drop their rakes and charge like wild. They laugh. They throw leaves and tumble around. Then they bolt from what's left of the pile so they can charge again.

This time Flash follows.

He jumps on in with the kids. They're surprised. We've never had a dog behave like this. The boys become still and Flash flops to his back. His legs are in the air and he presses himself deeper. Gabe decides it would be fun to bury the dog. He scoops armfuls and tosses leaves in the air. Flash flips over and behaves like he's going to pounce. He pokes the boys with his nose. It's an invitation to play. It doesn't take long for the leaf pile to hold a tumble of arms and legs. Paws and elbows and smiles and the long, thin face of a greyhound.

They roll. They wrestle. They they call for me to join in.

I hesitate. It looks untamed. And messy. But I can't resist. And before long, I'm in the mix, laughing like crazy, too.

It feels good to laugh this hard. The dog takes off
from the pile, makes two long laps around the yard, and bounds back in. The boys howl. It's reckless and free and we laugh in the autumn leaves until our sides are sore.

I can't remember when I've laughed like this.  There's raking to do and a million things more. There are things hidden in my heart that hold worry and concern. But for now, all that is quiet. There's only the beauty of the day and God's overwhelming grace and the love in this moment and the sweet, easy joy that's draped over our home.

We fall back in the leaves, exhausted, but giggling still. I'm so grateful for the simplicity of what has happened here.

                                              And our laughter feels like praise.

Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise! Give thanks to him; bless his name! Psalm 100:4 ESV

Thursday, November 7, 2013

A Deeper Kind of Love

Hello Friends,

I posted yesterday at Sozowomen. Here's the link. Thanks for meeting me there!

Have a sweet weekend. May it be filled with wonder and grace.




Writing News:

I'm blessed and thankful to have stories in the following new releases: Chicken Soup for the Soul: It's Christmas  (two stories), Chicken Soup for the Soul: Think Positive for Kids (one story) , and Chicken Soup for the Soul: Just Us Girls (three stories).

I'll have a book giveaway later in the month.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Running Free - A Walk in the Woods

We're hiking through the woods. It's November and the air holds a chill. But the sun is high and the colors are warm. There are patches of light on the ground. The trees have gone gold. It's the kind of day that calls to one's heart.

Most of us walk with leisure. Several boys, Lonny and me, and Sis on her leash. But Gabriel has Flash, and they can't move slow. The dirt trail winds before them in an inviting way. There is territory to be explored. Lungs to be filled with fresh air. There's an adventure wrapped in autumn glory. They run ahead of us. A boy and his dog. They bound ahead until they are breathless. They're matched pretty well. Both spirited. Both curious. Both wanting to grab life for all it's worth.

I mosey behind with the others and watch them go. Every so often I call out. They're too far ahead. I need to see their backs. I need to be within earshot of Gabe's voice. Then I see them make a turn, looping back, and they're on a parallel path coming our way. I can't stop watching them. I'm drawn to the life in their steps.

I understand, as I see them move together, that I'm drawn because this is the way I want to live.

I want to run forward to receive blessing. I want to move with reckless freedom into the goodness and grace of God's love. I want to run with joy and confidence because I know He is with me, and this is quite simply a beautiful thing.

I shout out for Gabe and Flash to stop. To wait. The rest of us catch up, Sis moving slowly, the family chatting, filling the quiet places with voices. When we meet Flash and Gabe, they're resting for a moment. Gabe is sitting on the ground. Flash is on the ground, too, his face near his boy's bent knees. It only takes a breath for them to spring up and they're moving again.

And I'm happy to see them take off.

Because in watching them run in beauty and grace, something in me has come free.