Monday, April 27, 2015

when you just want to be chosen

I first heard Ann Voskamp say it -
     all is grace
and I know it to be true.

This weekend the baby wrens hatched in the corner of our kitchen window like some crazy, extravagant gift wrapped up just for us.  Who gets front row seats to a real life nature show while scrubbing dishes?  Seriously.
We feel chosen.
We are chosen.
Everybody wants to be chosen, right?

Thursday, April 23, 2015

what are you waiting for?

I was perched precariously on the kitchen counter with a dripping paintbrush in hand when they arrived - two friends I hadn't seen since our college days.

When you move into a new house {that is actually really old} there is work to be done.  This is one of the reasons you haven't heard much from me lately.

There has been painting of walls and cleaning of corners and drilling of holes that seem to never end.  And all the while there is still the usual laundry piling high, dishes getting crusty, and kids who demand to be fed.  Sometimes I feel like there is so much work to be done and not enough time to do it all.  Anybody with me?

If I'm not careful my to-do list can grow so big and bossy that it blocks my view of what is really important.  I can set my eyes and my heart on it's glaring demands and suddenly I am left standing behind a wall of tasks that won't let me move forward.
Have you ever felt 'stuck'?
This is how we get there.

Monday, April 20, 2015

because i missed you

Writing can be like a dream.  The images and emotions flow seamlessly together to create an experience you can’t wait to wake up and tell someone about.  

Other times you get twisted up in the sheets and instead of waking up with a story to tell you wake up frustrated and tangled and fighting to break free.  By then you've completely forgotten what happened.  You’ve got nothing to share.  

That’s what writing has become for me.  
There are times of flow and times of fight and somehow I can’t get enough of either one.  It's what keeps me moving and growing and processing and discovering...

Thursday, April 2, 2015

when life does not go according to plan

On Monday he lost his first tooth and rode his scooter around the driveway with a big snaggletooth grin.

Hard to believe that only two days before we were scurrying from one medical facility to another - me carrying him in and out of waiting rooms, on and off of x-ray machines, afraid to make any sudden moves because he would scream.  It began in the middle of the night - the severe pain in his right leg.  I woke to his crying and listened to it off and on the rest of the night.  When it was no better by morning we headed for urgent care.  After 24 hours in and out of medical facilities on very little sleep, we were both exhausted.  It had not been an easy day.  When we finally arrived back home I told him to take it easy and rest a bit because I didn't want us to wind up back in the hospital.

Why not?  he asked.  I liked going there with you.