Super Trios, Underrated Fruit, and the Truth about Obedience

Super Trios, Underrated Fruit, and the Truth about Obedience

Growing up in the church, I learned no fewer than seven catchy jingles that listed the fruits of the Spirit.  I colored countless fruity pictures where love was an apple, and peace was a peach, and joy was a watermelon or something to that effect. I feel like those first three fruits were the all-star…

The Art of Pondering

The Art of Pondering

I have been doing a lot of pondering lately. Pity Ponder Parties. Lots of thinking. Lots of moping. Paralysis by analysis. Ruminating on the injustice of it all. Literally, all of the injustice–personal, social, local, global. All.of.it. I struggle with anger, but lately, it has just been uglier than usual.  And I have had to…

Navigating the 30’s: A  Call to Arms

Navigating the 30’s: A Call to Arms

A several years ago (three as of a couple of weeks ago) I begrudgingly entered that tenuous territory of my thirties, and with that, has come the internal and external noise of adulting.   On an average day in my life, my monologue sounds a little something like this:   To two children: “Please don’t…

At the Heart of Things

At the Heart of Things

    I put up Christmas decorations this weekend. I’ve been extra since before that was a thing. Four trees. Three tubs of decor. Two super excited littles wanting to touch every.breakable.item. No partridge or pear tree, but I did dig out one ordinary nativity scene that has caused me problems since Rory could walk.…

Sharing is Caring: Surviving Infidelity

Sharing is Caring: Surviving Infidelity

  When I was six months pregnant with our first child, my husband had an emotional affair.   The people who needed to know at the time knew, and I was quiet not because of shame…but more out of desperation. I knew I needed to expend my energy seeking help from the only true source…

Lessons in Grief

Lessons in Grief

    All signs pointed to grief and embracing it this week. I could not escape it. Grieving was in usually cheerful Instagram stories, podcasts, and even on Disney Jr. (Fancy Nancy) for Pete’s sake. When a theme keeps popping up where it hasn’t before, it usually means I have something to learn.   And…

Moral Dessert

Moral Dessert

Lately, I have really been struggling with resentment. This is not a new default for me as I am an Enneagram 1 who is motivated to improve all the things and is real angsty and angry when others don’t get on the “Be better; do better” bandwagon.   I think it’s because I have believed…

Say Something…Nice

Say Something…Nice

  It is taking all of my self-restraint not to write about school starting, but that particular wound is much too fresh, so we’ll save that for another day. Lucky you! I think sometimes I come off as a mean girl. It might actually be my face. I have the Resting-You Know What-Face. Or it…

My Meet-cute on the Detasseling Bus: A Diabetic Love Story

My Meet-cute on the Detasseling Bus: A Diabetic Love Story

  Rom coms are famous for the meet-cute. Everyone loves it when Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks finally meet in Sleepless in Seattle and You’ve Got Mail. If they were in another movie together, I haven’t seen it, but I’m sure their meet-cute was precious. How a couple meets is often a story passed down…

Choosing Humble

I went for a two-miler last night after a long couple of early August days of professional development at work. Blowing off steam and trying to get my mind right. I never ever experience a runner’s high. I don’t actually believe it’s an actual thing. Much like Sasquatch, delicious low-fat cheese, and honest politicians. #fakenews.…