On Hiding & Being Found

On Hiding & Being Found

It’s an unofficial house rule: my toddler is not allowed to touch the indoor plants. Several live on high enough surfaces to avoid curious hands. But the ficus tree in the family room continually tempts her to grip the edge of the pot, stir the dirt with one sticky finger. One afternoon, I peered over [...]

Granola On Repeat

Granola On Repeat

This granola is it for me. The Faux Martha's version called "The Last Granola Recipe" kept me baking pan after pan. I've since made a few tweaks to both the ingredients and the method, scaling down and simplifying for ease. It keeps beautifully in the freezer, so if you have the space or people to [...]

On Unresolved Things

On Unresolved Things

Fall carries some grief with her when she comes.That surprises me every year. Like an accidental tradition, I become a bit melancholic when I realize that the glorious window of leaves ablaze and brisk-not-cold temperatures is closing. And similar to other seasonal transitions, I tend to look back and wonder whether we chose wisely and maximized our opportunities.Was [...]

To My One-Year-Old

To My One-Year-Old

Dear Amelia, Happy first birthday, sweet love! It’s been a precious, soul-filling, challenging, emotional, reflective, and joyful year with you. Your dad and I prayed for you for a long time. There’s a reason we tell you that you’re a joy, a delight, and a dream come true. One day you’ll hear more about that. I’ve thought [...]

On Sight & Next Steps

On Sight & Next Steps

Luke 18:35-41As Jesus approached Jericho, a blind man was sitting by the roadside begging. When he heard the crowd going by, he asked what was happening. They told him, “Jesus of Nazareth is passing by.”He called out, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”Those who led the way rebuked him and told him to be quiet, but he shouted [...]

On Need & Submission

On Need & Submission

It is approximately 4pm.With Amelia on my hip, I rifle through the pantry to get a jump on dinner. The measuring spoon occupying her curious hands drops to the floor for the fifth time in three minutes. Breathe. I bend low and return it to her tiny palm.And while it seems so trivial, another part of me feels the significance of that decision to [...]