Just a few old friends, a few new friends, and a road named after my hometown way out here in the mountains. Our two year anniversary of moving to the Pacific Northwest came and went and we remembered but then forgot. We were pretty busy with the end of the school year, and having family… Continue reading Two Year Church-aversary
Today in the middle of our singing praise time the instruments paused and we all joined in the Doxology, acappella. I love worship songs, love, love some of those new songs that put so plainly how I feel, but there is something about hearing all those voices singing a song that has been sung for… Continue reading Home is Where the Music is.
Summer in the Pacific NorthWest is an interesting beautiful thing. Hardly any rain, blue skies, lovely breezes and the biggest hydrangeas you’ve ever seen, not many insects, except butterflies. We have tons of those, and a few humming birds that visit the feeder off my balcony almost constantly. It isn’t hot very often and even… Continue reading Summer Time
The week and a half after we found out we had to find a new place was rough. I won’t lie or sugarcoat it for you I was depressed, sad and angry. There were wounds that hadn’t been fully healed that had been picked wide open and all I wanted to do was stay in… Continue reading Home
We learned this week that the lease on our house won’t be renewed. We’re good tenets but it’s a sellers market and the owner wants to put our home up for sale. My heart is kind of broken. I love this little house. It’s felt like such a blessing. Fenced in yard, kitchen with room… Continue reading Nomad…
“Love bears all things.” In the greek the word bear is stego, it literally means a thatch roof. In other words love is a roof. Love is a roof? I sat there with the book I was reading open on my lap like I’d just been slapped upside the head. A roof shelters us, it… Continue reading Love is a Roof
I have never lived in Maryland. My parents moved there a while after Brian and I were married. So explain to me why it is when I was flying over (mountains?) and cities and countryside, making my way to where my parents and sisters live, I felt like I was flying home? It’s not to… Continue reading On Flying To MD.
