Joy, Sometimes Sweet, Thinkin' Out Loud

On Finding Joy

Late last year, I was asked if I would be willing to speak to a group of ladies and if so, what would I talk about? I said, yes, and I have no idea. So then. I panicked. And then I called my friend Lysa Terkeurst (subliminalmessagebuyLysasbooks) who is by far the most dynamic and powerful speaker I’ve ever heard and I prevailed upon her for wisdom. She gave me some great advice about planning a speech and crafting a message.  She also helped me see that the essence of what I write about here is…

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Joy, Snips And Snails

The World’s Oldest Four-Year-Old

This is a picture of Cousin Tim, the world’s oldest four-year-old. The fact that he qualifies for AARP membership does not stop him from enjoying a homemade Slip N’ Slide. I really like that about him — that and the fact that he’s the original mangy varmint thug. Tune in tomorrow for a guest post from Cousin Tim.

Joy, Photography & Photoshop

Reach

Photo Temporarily Unavailable Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for? ~ Robert Browning

Joy, Sometimes Sweet

Not Just Because He Wears A Napkin On His Head

The prevailing assumption in our culture is that parents can’t wait for their children to grow up and leave home. And yes, there have been a few days when I would have traded Sean for a margarita and a plate of nachos. But not many. At least not too many. Maybe most people do feel that way, but I don’t. Maybe because I waited so long and so late in life for him and maybe because I thought I’d never be a mother, but I am not anxious for this time to speed by. I am…

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Joy, Snips And Snails, Sometimes Sweet

The Strawberry

Somewhere along the way, in the bumpy course of my life, my eyes had become crusted over with the cynical smog and gunk and goo of the world. Bad news for an artist. I had just stopped seeing the exquisite surprises that God puts in my path every day. And I didn’t even realize it. Until Sean came along. Having a little boy to point out the spot of bright red in a sepia colored world has been a marvelous and soul-healing thing. Sean has opened the eyes of my heart to see the wonder of…

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Joy, Snips And Snails, Sometimes Sweet

The Measure Of A Boy

“Eighteen inches!” the nurse announced shortly after you were born. That’s officially how long you were. When I’m old and gray, I won’t remember eighteen inches. But I will always remember that you were the length of my forearm when your tiny soft warm head rested in the palm of my hand. A line on the wall marks 30 inches. That’s how tall you were on your first birthday. 30 inches meant that I could hold you in the rocking chair with your head nestled into my neck and your knees tucked comfortably under you. 30…

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Joy, Makes Me Sigh

Home Again Home Again

Does anyone else find vacations exhausting, or is it just me? We just returned from spending seven days in San Francisco, our favoritest of cities. On the plus side, we got to see some dear friends, do some hiking out on Pt. Reyes (where a family of deer bounded by right in front of us), see the sights, enjoy sleeping with the windows open, walk on the beach, feel good about our mortgage and eat, eat, eat and eat some more. We were all set to move there until we found not one restaurant that understood…

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Joy, Makes Me Sigh, Snips And Snails

September Rain

Photo Temporarily Unavailable Sunday afternoon brought a warm and gentle (and much needed) rain to North Texas. Sean and I celebrated by grabbing our umbrellas and strolling around the neighborhood, making sure to stomp in every puddle along the way. Too few are days such as these.

Joy, Makes Me Sigh, Snips And Snails

Fragile No More

As I sit here watching my little boy jumping off the coffee table with a tiny toy guitar tucked under his arm like David Lee Roth, I can’t believe he is the same fragile four-pound baby that we brought home from the hospital just before Thanksgiving in 2003. We are nearly three years into this parenting gig and sometimes Antique Daddy and I still can’t believe the hospital turned us loose with an infant that weighed less than my handbag. We were so clueless. As we were packing up to leave the hospital, we told the…

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