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A post that ends with grace.

[caption id="attachment_4459" align="aligncenter" width="336"] Album cover illustration from E Power Biggs via Kami L on Pinterest[/caption] Send out your light and our truth, that they may lead me, and bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling. Psalm 43:3 The blogging life is the weirdest. Most days, I post something ...

Let them tell this story: She was always being remade

[caption id="attachment_3074" align="aligncenter" width="398" caption="Photo by the amazing and lovely Erin Molloy Photography"][/caption] I'm a stressed mom. I'm stressed too often. I worry that August's most prominent memory of his childhood will be my contorted anxiety face leaning over his carseat, snapping at him and ...

{Practices of Parenting Carnival} In Which I Believe in Family Dance Parties

My family had one living area in our three bedroom ranch house. It had a shiny brick bench in front of the fireplace. It was a perfect place for a stage and served as one pretty faithfully for this girl obsessed with her own performance skills. Most of my best moves were done while I happened to be alone in that living room, ...

For a day when…

You arrive at church 30 minutes late and take another 30 to lower your raised blood pressure. When you blame your husband for the family's problem of time and he rolls his eyes because he knows the truth. You had such plans, such plans! To write and work and finally put away the Christmas decorations. To organize the ...

{Practicing Benedict} The God who comes

Welcome to Mama:Monk’s weekly Wednesday series examining St. Benedict’s Rule and what it has meant to me as a stay at home mom. (Full disclosure! I’m no expert on Benedict or the Benedictine Order. I just love him/them and can’t seem to stop reading books that have “Benedictine” in the title.) In my former ...

Taking Care

I’ve never been known for being careful. When I brush August’s hair, I go for quick and efficient, the same as when I brush my own. I have a tough scalp. I brush my teeth with vigor. I don’t close doors quietly. And I tend to spill. Often. These are things I’d like to change about myself. I want to be someone who ...

A Very Important Confession

When I began college in, ahem, 1997, overalls were still cool (at least in Abilene, Texas) and I was intrigued by this store in Dallas called “Abercrombie.” Yes, I was a fashion original. So, when my college friends (also freshmen) realized that most of the senior girls we had encountered in our non-trendy Southern ...