On biking down concrete steps…. BANG BANG BUMP. Keep pedaling. Don’t stop.

I stood at the top of  32 concrete steps, straddling my trusty Bubble-Yum pink , Huffy dirt bike, one foot firmly on the concrete, the other on the bike’s pedal.  The steps followed the hill’s steeply contoured driveway down and around from the church’s front door/ drop off spot, to the parking lot.  … Read more“On biking down concrete steps…. BANG BANG BUMP. Keep pedaling. Don’t stop.”

Taking time to READ the writing on the wall. Even if it’s in crayon.

I tromped down the stairs carrying the 14th ( it felt like the 14th) load of laundry to be folded for the day.  As I rounded the corner- I noticed wriggling green lines on the wall.  I looked closer. Then,  I noticed several more lines in red crayola. My face flushed with… Read more“Taking time to READ the writing on the wall. Even if it’s in crayon.”

Mothering-

Mothering is a mountain range, off the faces,  cliffs and ravines of which, the voice of God resonates with truth. Lord- may I always hear your voice as I climb and descend the mountains of motherhood- amen

Plug your nose and jump- I finally have.

In July- when I originally posted the article below, I had no idea that was God preparing me for what Erwin McManus would be sharing at MOPS Convention. Saturday morning… He spoke from his new book “Wide Awake” The story he shared was so parallel to my own experience that… Read more“Plug your nose and jump- I finally have.”

Mothering.. the adventure that follows where ever you go…

My hands trembled just a bit as I buttoned the pink silk blouse.  I felt like a busty- rebel.  For a nursing mom- DRY-CLEAN ONLY was not just risky– it was downright DANGEROUS.  (Just how dangerous I was about to find out. The Hard way.) This day was special. I… Read more“Mothering.. the adventure that follows where ever you go…”

I pack like a Jerk- “The Jerk” actually.

I’ve come to a realization. I pack like The Jerk. (Not the most appropriate movie- but still, funny:) Oh sure…My intentions are good. I start out thinking all “minimalist.” I start with the goal of not having to check any luggage. I’m convinced, that with proper planning- everything I need,… Read more“I pack like a Jerk- “The Jerk” actually.”

I Don’t “Do” rollercoasters… But, I wish I did.

It doesn’t take a huge drop- for my stomach to flip flop, just the IDEA of one, does that for me.  It’s true.  I admit it.  I am afraid of rollercoasters.  I have always joked… “Why would I pay money to ride something to make me throw up?  I could… Read more“I Don’t “Do” rollercoasters… But, I wish I did.”