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On the day of Valentine's, it's fun to talk about love -- one of my favourite conversations to have with my kids is "what does love look like?" Depending on the day, they tell me it's pink hearts, or maybe unicorns, or sometimes they say that you can't "see" feelings so love is invisible. To me, in truth, you CAN see love, and it's not glittery or pink. Here's what it looks like: - it looks like making heart pancakes when I'd rather sleep - it looks like breathing deep and praying when I'd rather get mad - it looks...

When everything in me screams “go to bed” yet still I work away -- just too many things to do at night, that can’t be done by day. For daytime brings the best of things, homeschool, the snacks, the fun -- yet once the sweet ones tuck abed, the work has just begun. These are the choices I have made, and I will not complain -- I could always make some different ones so that I can sleep again. But even though the days are long, the years are short I know -- too quickly will these girls be off,...

This is hard to say.  But it's true. Some days, I'm not a very good mom. Those days, I DON'T do my best. And while I appreciate all of the wonderful friends who are quick to reassure me, "it's okay, you're human", I always have to be careful to ensure that doesn't become a trap, letting me off the hook day after day. Because the thing is, it's NOT ok to be cavalier about damaging the hearts of our children. Whether we intend to or not, whether parenting is hard or not, we just can't see it as "okay". The Middle...

Thanksgiving will always be a bit bittersweet. I wrote this poem 4 years ago, about the contentment I felt in my life. One year later, many aspects of that life were falling down around my ears. Since then, I've learned an even deeper kind of contentment ... the kind that comes from going through hard things and finding God in them. The kind that you get from having a hard day where the kids are crying and the jobs coming in aren't matching the money going out and the dishes are piling up and you are on.your.own, but you're not,...

My life could be called a shambles? Generations of pain through and through My path concealed by brambles  I turn my eyes to You You clear one step before me Cut through thorns and weeds I am not unwounded But along with me you bleed You send the rain to help me cry As if to say "I'm here" My heart is touched, with wings I fly My path becoming clear. One step is all that's clear to take One step so it will be A beautiful life with You I'll make A life that's finally cut free