A Life in the Son

A Life in the Son

It was just warm enough Sunday afternoon for us to kick off our shoes and splash along the shoreline at the park. Brown Sugar and Lone Ranger built mud volcanoes and watched the brown “lava” ooze away in the gentle current. Songbird and I carefully wriggled our toes...
Ouch!

Ouch!

I had my blood drawn Monday morning—and no, it wasn’t quite the way I wanted to start my school week. But as usual God got there ahead of me to prepare my lesson for the day. (I’m re-taking Faith 101.) So, I’m talking to the technician and she described how...
Out of the Blue

Out of the Blue

Running late…again. And it’s not like I can blame the little people because I’ve been trying to catch up with myself my entire life. This time, I was driving Songbird to the airport, and missing the flight was not an option. We’d dealt with delay after delay—dropping...
In His Hands

In His Hands

Whenever I come across fuzzy pink slippers tucked away on a bookshelf or a Calico Critter stowed in a night table drawer, I think, “Lone Ranger.” She puts special things in out-of-the-way places to either protect them from M&M or to save them for moments she can...
Running on Empty

Running on Empty

My little people love to compete with each other. The Lone Ranger, Maven, Brown Sugar, and Think Tank use the first-floor hallway as an indoor soccer arena and the doorways at either end as their goals. At the playground’s open field, they kick off their shoes, mark a...

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