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Pinky Swears
He reached his hand out towards me, “I’ll pinky swear you, Mom.” I could see his green eyes dancing even in the dim light of his room. “Pinky swear what?” I asked him, and he just gently smiled… “I’ll pinky swear that for every day that I’m nine I’ll giggle at least once a day…
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Believing: Darkness Has Been Overcome
She skipped down the stairs, and I watched her as she sang to herself the whole way to our van. Her red curls blew in the wind, mingling with the same colored fur of her Beary Bear clutched in her embrace. She looked up and grinned and kept singing, and my eyes filled. She is…
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Believing: Day 10
It has been just over a month since I said good-bye to Kim, and there is not a day that goes by that my heart doesn’t ache and the tears don’t flow. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone to text her or write her or call her, and then I remember… she…
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Believing: Day 9
That a word of encouragement is always worth sharing… “…celebrating the smallness of a mother’s day in and day out is more than just making it through – friends, it’s a wild dance of recognition, of celebration, of courage. It has to be more than finding meaning in the laundry. It has to be a…
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Believing: Day 8
That if you look beyond the ordinariness of the day… it is breathtaking. Twelve paper snowflakes, Eleven bags of groceries, Ten minutes napping, Nine rooms for cleaning, Eight loads of laundry, Seven wreaths for hanging, Six yummy donuts, Five busy Davi, Four strands of lights, Three homemade pizzas, Two visiting friends, And one fun Christmas…
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A Spring of Joy 