One of the greatest things about traveling regularly to the same places is seeing the familiar faces.
“I’m Pooh,” said Pooh.
“I’m Tigger,” said Tigger. —A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner
Squeals of delight.
Dad has been reading A.A. Milne’s beloved Winnie the Pooh stories to my younger siblings for the past few weeks, just like he did with me and Jack. Though the tales have been enjoyed by all (even me, listening in as I wash dishes) there has been one fateful question asked every night.
We talk a lot about legacy at my house. Not so much the financial concept of legacy, but the handing down of a strong Christian belief to the next generation.
Birdie: “Momma, have you noticed that Jude doesn’t like me to carry him anymore?”
Me: “Honey, even if he does want you to carry him, he weighs almost as much as you! Don’t do it, o.k.? It’s not safe for either of you.”
It’s only Wednesday, but already it’s been a tough week for Phineas. Come to think of it, last week wasn’t so great either.
It feels like everywhere he turns lately, he’s pushing the limits, and not necessarily in a Chuck Yeager “I’m gonna break the sound barrier” kind of way. He’s been obstinate, disobedient, just down right naughty. Continue reading
Confession: I didn’t actually choose most of my kids’ names. It was a precedent set right away, in my first pregnancy. I went to bat for the name Mary Sarah. My husband was intent on Mary Hannah.
Ever had a pumpkin field you’re not sure what to do with?
The season is over. All the pumpkins have been brought in and sold. The brush is slowly moving back into the plot you evicted it from in the spring.
There have been exactly seven times in my life that I have wholeheartedly embraced the pain God put in my path. The other million and a half instances of hurt, I have kicked and fought and wrestled under the weight until finally, the ache came to an end.
Tickets have been purchased, plans are being finalized. In a few days, Christopher will head back to Asia to do the thing for which he was created.
I’ve seen this man in several career streams throughout our marriage. But his calling as a missionary is the only one I can point to as being the one that fits like home. It’s also the one that, more often than not, takes him the farthest from me.