• every time

    every time i see a women with a pregnant belly i think, “that should have been me.  i should have had a belly like that.” every time. no matter what. every single time.

  • oh, this life of luxury i lead

    a husband. a house. a dog. three kids. a minivan. a car. six bikes in the garage. one scooter. too many baseballs, soccer balls, and basketballs to count. a house full of furniture.  so much furniture that some of it can’t even be used right now. beds for each of us, with comfy covers. toys in every room.  toys in storage in the basement. closets full of clothes. a refrigerator full of food. i’m grateful to the Lord for His provision.  and grateful to my husband for working so hard to provide. and yet, there is discontent in my heart. discontent from having too much.  and not giving enough away.…

  • how do you do such a good job?

    we were riding in the car.  we were heading to boston market to pick up dinner for a family from our abf(adult Bible fellowship) who recently added a precious baby girl to their family. amelia asked what her middle name used to be.  i answered.  “that’s so strange!” she said. wilbur asked me to remind him of his former middle name too.  and his birthparents names.  and orville inquired about his middle name too.  they all three wondered why their birthparents chose those middle names. “how do you do such a good job?” orville asked from the backseat. “with what?” “with remembering.” “well, because i am your mom too.  and…