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.

dimly now, fully then

"For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known." 1 Corinthians 13:12

How I long for the face to face with the One who knows me fully and how I long to know fully.  Until then, I'm so glad we have each other.  

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

glad we haven't made that mistake (yet)

"Spaghetti" by Shel Silverstein

Spaghetti, spaghetti all over the place,
Up to my elbows- up to my face,
Over the carpet and under the chairs,
Into the hammock and wound round the stairs,
Filling the bathtub and covering the desk,
Making the sofa a mad mushy mess

The party is ruined, I'm terribly worried
The guests have all left (unless they're all buried).
I told them, "Bring presents."  I said, "Throw confetti."
I guess they heard wrong
'Cause they all threw spaghetti! 

Thursday, January 5, 2017

for the win

It took me a while to realize and make peace with not being a star-sticker-chore-chart kind of family and granted we have a long way to go before we're all pulling the weight we should (and by "we" I mean "they" and by "they" I mean "the kids" let's get real), but it's been kind of sweet lately to just be a family and see the kids pitch in just because the pitching needs to be done. 

Tonight, Anna Grace and Jack engaged in an epic checkers battle with high stakes- loser cleans up and does the dishes after dinner.

Turns out the one game turned into three and by the time they were done, Asher and I had done the bulk of the work.

Anna Grace won at checkers but for me a warm heart on a cold night with my helper babies was a mundane Thursday family night for the win.  Chore chart or no chore chart. 

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Christmas in 28,000 words

Not many words other than thankful come to mind, but they say a picture is worth a thousand words anyway so here's my 28,000 for today:  Christmas and a New Year 2016.

my tribe

"Pay close attention, the announcing angel Larkin sings, Glory to the Newborn King!"

tribe, tribe, tribe - and lots of hosting this season - did I mention my friend is naming her baby girl Chaney?  - what sweet fun!

my tribe jumping

cousin tribe

oh, my tribe- love my tribe

And maybe I do have a word or two more because from the looks of things it may seem like it's all fun and games, but in reality I'm banded with these little warrior people, pushing back on the dark and pressing on to the light as we love one another even when it's hard.  And how I love my little warrior people and the Father of heavenly lights who gives all these perfect gifts and doesn't change like shifting shadows.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, friends!

Here's to a good one come what may.