A Letter From My Eighty Year Old Self
Dear Forty-Six Year Old Kim, I was reminiscing today about our beautiful life and thought I’d share some thoughts with you. Lessons if you will. Don’t mind the tone. I’m not shaking my finger, I’m offering you some perspective. And we both know how much we value...
Sister Blogs
I hadn't been at this blogging thing long when I discovered what seems to be an inherent temptation in the blogging world. Comparison. The temptation to compare is strong whenever someone is pouring themself into something they care deeply about, but what I find...
Gentle
"Your gentleness made me great." ~ Psalm 18:35b There are few things I wouldn't do for my kids. I get up early, make plans, make meals, clean up, teach, do laundry, settle squabbles, drive across three counties and *states regularly, and facilitate a myriad of...
Messy
"Sounds like someone might be sick," I said to Jeff as he came out of the bathroom. Still lying in bed, I listened trying to determine if I was hearing coughing or vomiting. It got quiet, and I drifted back to sleep. A few minutes later Jeff walked in announcing that...
Perfect Plans
This job is bigger than me. I know it's true but somehow keep trying to live like it's not. Keep trying to squeeze it into some form of daily management, neat enough to fit on a piece of paper. But how do you do that when your job is the molding of hearts? When you...
Groaning
This week has been hard. Last week was too. And the one before that. Here's a quick rundown (not that you asked). Three weeks ago we ended our Christmas marathon. My oldest boys, Josh and Daniel, left for Ukraine and Minnesota respectively after a way-too-short two...
Awake
Today I'm joining The Gypsy Mama for . . "For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it's just right or not." Ouch! This was hard, especially the "unedited" part. She startled me as she walked into the...
