We sipped our tea and read a poem about children whose eyes notice more than adult eyes because they’re closer to the ground. I closed the app on my phone (I wish I could have said “closed the book”) and sipped the tea slow. “What does this poem say to …
It’s silent in the house. Everyone’s sleeping, except for me. I would likely ruin a sacred moment, were I to tiptoe to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Tonight, I sit here, listening to the sound of rain falling outside, drenching the ground. Thankful, oh so thankful. Isn’t that …
This year, I’m trying to keep Christmas simple, but I do want to honor my kids’ requests for their favorite Christmas traditions. Our oldest really only wanted to do one family tradition this year: unwrapping books. Over the past few years, I’ve squirreled away 25+ Christmas or winter-themed books that …
“I’m just not enough. I’m failing him.” My words have echoed through our narrow galley kitchen more than once in the last couple months. Being kind, patient, and forbearing, in general has been difficult. Love bears all things. When an animal is wounded, it strikes even the hands that want …
“Lord, I do fear Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year;” This phrase from Edna St. Vincent Millay’s “God’s World,” perfectly describes my delight for Minnesota autumns. As we give way to snowy and cold days, I know that I’ll find delight in those as well. For now, however, …
