Category: collecting stories

  • One foot in front of the other…

    It’s hard to parse the difference between giving one’s best and trying to be good, but it’s a conversation I have with my kids often. With two children that face significant learning challenges, giving their best is going to look significantly like failure to the outside world. As one lamented to me, “I’ll never be…

  • Wind sprints…

    (This is the third in a series. Start here.) — Paul says that all things are lawful for me, but not all things are helpful (1 Cor. 6:12a). This is so very true when I consider all the roles I took on during that time. None of them were inherently wrong, and some people I…

  • Run for your life…

    I’m sitting in the quiet of a Sunday afternoon. Ben and Josiah are curled on the floor, playing chess. Lorelei and Ellianna are over at the kitchen table playing with some lavender scented sea salt and cork alphabet letters. Isaiah’s curled up on the couch reading The Goblet of Fire. David is narrating the chess game,…

  • Running on empty…

    This picture was laying on my husband’s desk last night. It caught the corner of my eye as I passed by. The memory of it struck me hard this morning, stirring my coffee and looking out the window, the children’s laughter echoing in the background. Oh that day. Ellianna was so inconsolable that day, fussing…

  • To a Joyous house…

      “Anne ended a week that had been full of pleasant days by taking flowers to Matthew’s grave the next morning and in the afternoon she took the train from Carmody home. For a time she thought of all the old loved things behind her and then her thoughts ran ahead of her to the…