Tuesday, September 16, 2014. A Time to Mourn and a Time to Dance. Sometimes we need moments to mourn the brokenness of this fallen world. To grieve the fact that there is so much loss in our own lives and in the lives of those we love; loss of life, relationships, and hope for the future. Today was one of those days for me. I sat in my quiet living room and cried. Brokenness is inevitable in this world tainted by sin. Sometimes we need to take time in our lives to let that soak in.

Sunday, November 17, 2013. Wednesday, December 19, 2012. Where Are You Christmas? Oh, There You Are. Boom! Those tears of frustration quickly shifted to subtle warm tears of Christmas Spirit joy and thankfulness and I so.

Reflective Parenting informed by psychology, inspired by real life with Sophia. Tuesday, January 20, 2015. I am an anxious mother. Or rather, a mother who is anxious. With this anxiety comes the gift of prescience. I can see all possible catastrophes before they befall my daughter. Is she about to do a forward flip on the chair and a half? I yank her away from, if not certain death, two broken legs. Is this hovering or saving my impulsive kid from a trip to the emergency room? .

Thursday, December 8, 2011. As I sit in the midst of a busy Panera, working on finals, in the height of the Christmas season, I glance up and see a man just seated bow his head to pray. I am reminded that even in this loud hubbub God is here and we are His children. Thank you Lord for bringing my eyes up to see and my mind to be on you. Wednesday, September 14, 2011.

Monday, July 21, 2014. Sorry for the blogging hiatus. This is me with crutches and Gretta helping me.