I can not believe I haven’t written since September. SEPTEMBER?! Honestly I had much better intentions. Every time I write a blog post I feel connected to all the lovely souls back in Michigan, Maryland, The Puget Sound and even a couple over seas. It leaves me believing that I will indeed blog, if not… Continue reading Time
I’m back from nearly four weeks away. Three of it was spent in MD with my family and one week of it was in MI visiting all our old friends. The trip was not what I was expecting at all. I had prepared myself for the old adage “You can’t go home again.” Braced myself… Continue reading Home (?) Once Again.
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
This past Sunday marks the one year anniversary of us moving to the Seattle area. One year ago we said goodbye and started something new in a part of the country I had never been. Time is a slippery thing, in some ways it feels much longer than that and in others it feels like… Continue reading One Year
I’ve lived with the dream of being a published author almost as long as I’ve been able to read. In my early years of actively pursuing said dream, I used to feel discouraged when other people were successful. I remember going to a conference when I was in college and looking at the massive crowds… Continue reading Enough Success to go Around.
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