Christmas, Expectation Free
Christmas has come and gone, and I have big plans tomorrow to take down all the Christmas decorations and reclaim our house from the crunchy carpet of fake pine needles and broken ornament shards.
Mary and Strong Willed Shooters
Tonight at Advent after reading the story of the angel Gabriel's announcement to Mary:
The Man: Boys, how would you feel if an angel appeared to you and told you that your life was going to change completely?
Carpe the Pack Mule!
I have finally achieved my goal of being a pack mule.
Also, I strapped Littles and Tiny to my legs, so I'm a walking tornado of chaos. Kidding. About the extra leg irons, not about the tornado of chaos.
For Love of a Sentence
A well-known writer got collared by a university student who asked, "Do you think I could be a writer?"
"Well," the writer said, "I don't know…. Do you like sentences?"
Only the Fun Stuff
It's about time for you to catch up on some of the happy that's been happening around here, you know, just a few of the things I would share with you if you were sitting on my couch, sharing a cup of coffee, and getting covered in dog hair and the residue of chaos that coats our home. So, here you go!
Hope and a Helicopter Angel
Hope is a funny thing. It's one part waiting, two parts trust, and a whole lot of really strong coffee.
Anti-Perfection
I'm realizing that Christmas is run by anti-perfectionism in our home. Well, a lot of things in our home are run by anti-perfectionism; I just realized it when we were decorating for Christmas.
Out of the Overflow
So I've been thinking a lot about what I'm doing here…on the blog, I mean. I write about books and life and heart-issues and my crazy kids and military life and whatever else happens. And Jesus... I'm pretty sure I write about Him too.
The Thanksgiving Tree
Since Halloween is over (unfortunately leaving a terribly tempting amount of chocolate in the house), I decided to move our tiny pumpkins indoors and start our Thanksgiving preparations.
Rambling. Because I Can.
I'm writing tonight mostly because it felt weird not to. After a full month of daily writing, taking the weekend off was nice but not quite as exciting as I thought it was going to be. Besides which, I thought we'd knock out a few house keeping items after a month of talking about transition.
Day Thirty-One: Reality
It's the last day of October, the last day of daily writing, the last day of thinking purposefully about this weird in between space I'm in right now. Somehow I really think I had tricked myself into believing there would be this massive transformation and the end of October would include a glittery denouement of awesome.
There's not.
Day Thirty: The House Plant
This year for Mother's Day, the Little Man gave me a potted plant. I mentioned during the house tour that I was going to come back to it later. Considering that this is the second to last day of October, it can't really get much later than this.
Day Twenty-Nine: Joy Stabilizes
I had a friend over this afternoon who came accompanied by her three beautiful children. And it was crazy and loud and chaotic and there were half a dozen paper airplanes flying down the stairwell at one time and peanut butter cookie crumbs all over the table--and I loved it.