Sunday, August 25, 2013


I've finally started the process of moving my blog to Wordpress!

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Sunday, July 14, 2013

Turning the Page

Hoping few to zero people see this blog while I am trying to work out the design kinks. I don't want to spend actual dollars to spiff it up but it was a poor reflection of me before; both in style and content. Not that I don't value all that content that I apparently needed to share with the world, but I feel my writing (just like my life) going in a different direction. I'm sad that I didn't record more of my thoughts these last several years but maybe that is more defining than writing itself would have been.

I was truly overwhelmed.

Overwhelmed like, "the waves overwhelmed the small child and he was swept away into the current and he drowned."

Like that. I was drowning.

But here I am. A little less overwhelmed. The tide that ebbs and flows slowed just enough for me to catch my breath and let loose of some shackles that made it dreadfully hard to keep my head above water. Still, I expect to find myself gargling in the waves in no time so be prepared for the typical hiatuses. I am nothing, if not consistently inconsistent.

But my heart is still full of sentiment, my thoughts still race a mile a minute and my children are relentlessly growing older by the minute. So, I hope to let that spill over here with words and pictures.

Because one day, my heart will long to be overwhelmed by these beautiful Mercy Days.

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The Fourth

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Monday, September 17, 2012


Let's pretend that I don't have huge gaps with my blogging, K?

Let's also pretend that this baby of ours is not already three years old. Pretty much, no matter how you slice it, babies grow up and my heartache would paralyze me if not for the blessing of living life alongside them.

I am not fond of babies getting older. I am madly in love with turned-up noses and dimpled thighs. 

The growing up is sneaky.

Hello little one. Your baby self is gone.

I'm left with some sweet glimpses and cherub glances but what I know from hindsight is this ... there will come a day when even the glimpses and glances will be all but impossible to remember. 

I know this because I have been here before. I've sprawled out on blankets with babies (real and pretend) and held close the sweet little girls who are now so close to being grown that it pierces my heart daily.

And I have a terrifically difficult time remembering the parts I want to and forgetting the ones I don't.

Hurts to forget.
Hurts to remember.
The only thing hindsight does for me is make me want to visit those days so that it feels fresh again.

Their chubby hands around my neck ... pulling me close for one more kiss.
The sound of their voice ... their funny words said wrong one more time ... the bedtime ritual played out religiously. (without my woeful sigh)

These are sweet days.
These are hard days.
I wish they married more poetically than they do, sometimes.

Parenting through childhood is a sweet, fleeting, beautiful once-in-a-lifetime gift.
There is nothing else like it.

It's interesting to hear my oldest two talk about their childhood with such affinity and longing. Makes my heart happy to know that those years were as precious to them as they were to me.

So as this year brings with it immense change from crib to college, my heart is on quite the journey. The highs and lows are intense as I watch from youngest to oldest enter new phases of their lives.

I have stood over the crib five different times and cried quiet tears as I watched the baby sleep ...  legs too long with their feet coming through the slats ... knowing the time was near.

But this is my first time to stand over the bed ... watching my firstborn sleep ... again with quiet tears. 
How could this time be here so soon?

Pray that I don't let the letting go become an idol.

It is a breathtakingly beautiful thing to see these years come to fruition. It is my life's work thus far and by His grace, that work has yielded fruit.

"He has made everything beautiful in its time."

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Monday, July 30, 2012