Saturday, March 4, 2017

Lent Week One


 Psalm 51: 1-5

"... after five months without a dishwasher, this is beautiful.  Dishes must be washed.  Over and over and over.  I am grateful for a Father who washes my heart clean.  Over and over."  Lydia H.


 Psalm 51:5-9
{post of a beaming instructor with my friend Lydia} "This past week I took a class to be certified to teach English for second language learners.  It was a long week but worth it."  Lydia H.


Psalm 51:15-17
"Ten years ago [her second son, Samuel], was born.   And there was so much restoration for this mama.  Grateful for many things today."  Lydia H. 


 Psalm 51:15-17
"It was just one of those days- where I was reminded that we live in a broken world and I am still a bit broken.  Grateful for a Savior who can restore."  Lydia H.  

I hope she forgives me for yanking all her thoughts and putting them here but I love her and miss her and I love how we are meditating on the same word every day this season. Here's to next week!  Follow along with us!

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

40 years and the harvest

"Greatness is rarely achieved by doing great things, but instead by doing good things repetitively."  Jeff Manion, How A Remarkable Life Equals A Thousand Unremarkable Steps.

And that's where he is, that's where we are at 40.  We've been called to stay the course, to keep on keeping on, to press in to grace and to persevere in the day in and day out small things God has called us to.  

Jack and I both agreed that this article was a good word for us and where we find ourselves at this stage of life.  That indeed "goodness grows slowly" and "goodness demands staying power."  We see it in our marriage and our friendships and business and parenting and ministry and Galatians 6:9 is right on the money:

"Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up."

In his 40 years, Jack has done small things in a slow, steady, repetitive way- forgiving, teaching, loving, showing up- and I'm so proud to call him my husband and privileged to walk life's road with him by my side.  

Happiest of birthdays, my love.  Here's to the harvest.  

reppin the boot on Fat Tuesday

Thursday, February 16, 2017

when you're ten and adorable

What a great gift he is to us.  Thank you Jesus for sweet Z.

And Sam, too!  It's been a lot of years now, these two birthday boys celebrating together.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

in the middle of things

When your kids are little, the meat of mom life revolves around poo and pee and making sure everyone stays alive and that everyone sleeps when they're supposed to (God help me, God helped me) and eats what they're supposed to.  Of course, the cuddles and the heart melting cuteness is a total and complete pay-off, but one day you'll wake up and realize that your middle child is turning 10 on a very middle-life year of your life and you understand that the middle is where you are.  And after maybe little nostalgia, you also realize that the middle is a pretty sweet place to be in and of itself. You have a family of personalities as distinct as the cast of characters in AA Milne's Winnie the Pooh and you see this family dynamic congealing and forming something really unique and holy and pleasant.

We pre-celebrated Zeke's 10th birthday in Dallas this weekend- just us- and it was fitting that I'm seeing that my easy-going middle child on his middle of childhood birthday on my middle of life year is showing me the sweetness and joy of the middle.

Happy birthday, my sweet Z.  We love you big. 

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

deep thoughts

Yesterday, his teacher told me that in the middle of a grammar lesson, Asher looked at her and asked, "Ms. W, do you think it would be hard to be a hot dog?"

Love it. 

Monday, January 30, 2017


a snaggle-toothed tangle of boys - brother believers rolling down the church lawn in the cool of a January late afternoon

pretty sweet

Monday, January 23, 2017

that girl though

Tweendom is beautiful and prickly like a rose bush but whoa...  this girl.

I cannot even fathom how we're here, her twelve and a half and me half aged.

She asked to take pictures on Sunday afternoon - I was happy to oblige and very grateful for the opportunity to practice tween photo shooting. She was an excellent teacher.

I cannot even.  Heart explosions.  All the dramatic emotional catch phrases.

I love you, my girl-becoming-a-young-lady.

May you receive blessing for this chapter of your life- a strong identity in Jesus, grace abundant, joy in surprising amounts, perseverance for the hard things, and may you bless others with your life, doing those good things that God has prepared for you to do before the creation of the world one step at a time, one day at a time.

xoxo, yo mama

(Isn't she amazing?!) (Thank you, God, for this beautiful daughter)

“She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.”  F Scott Fitzgerald 

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

all the mud and mystery

“Don't you like a rather foggy a in a wood in autumn? You'll find we shall be perfectly warm sitting in the car."
Jane said she'd never heard of anyone liking fogs before but she didn't mind trying. All three got in.
"That's why Camilla and I got married, "said Denniston as they drove off. "We both like Weather. Not this or that kind of weather, but just Weather. It's a useful taste if one lives in England."
"How ever did you learn to do that, Mr. Denniston?" said Jane. "I don't think I should ever learn to like rain and snow."
"It's the other way round," said Denniston. "Everyone begins as a child by liking Weather. You learn the art of disliking it as you grow up. Noticed it on a snowy day? The grown-ups are all going about with long faces, but look at the children - and the dogs? They know what snow's made for."
"I'm sure I hated wet days as a child," said Jane.
"That's because the grown-ups kept you in," said Camilla. "Any child loves rain if it's allowed to go out and paddle about in it.” 
― C.S. LewisThat Hideous Strength

"What's that thing that Albert Eintstein said?" (We've been watching Netflix's Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket - a Chaney favorite).  "The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.  It is the source of all true art and science."

And isn't it a mystery how we are all born and we all die on this stormy planet and we are simply asked to love and just to trust and trust with all we have?  Wrap truth around us to help us stand and put salvation on our heads for the renewing of our minds?  To spread peace like it's all over our shoes, propelling us?

I think so.  

Mystery, art, science.  And mud puddles in the shape of a heart.