confession of faith


The law of love is fulfilled in Christ.

“Do not work for food that spoils, but for food that endures to eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you. For on him God the Father has placed his seal of approval.”

Then they asked him, “What must we do to do the works God requires?”

Jesus answered, “The work of God is this: to believe in the one he has sent.” John 6:27-29

This is what God requires of me:

“And this is his commandment: that we should believe in the name of his Son, Jesus Christ, and we should love one another just as he commanded us.” 1 John 3:23

“Imitate the Son in his keeping of the feasts…”

Those words are not there

and you cannot say they are assumed.

How are we encouraged to obey like Christ, to imitate Christ?

Philippians 2:5-8

In your relationships with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus:

Who, being in very nature God,

did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage;

rather, he made himself nothing

by taking the very nature of a servant,

being made in human likeness.

And being found in appearance as a man,

he humbled himself

by becoming obedient to death—

even death on a cross!

“Hail, Jesus, King of the Jews, and every tribe, tongue, and nation on the earth!”

Even the demons believe and tremble

at the sight, the sound, the song of the redeemed.

For you, Most High, are the great revelation.















the next phase


This school year will be made up of two first days.  The first will be for my oldest this coming Tuesday. I’m feeling incredibly excited for him, though it isn’t my usual hyper kind of excitement. It’s a longing, hopeful, peaceful excitement. Over the summer he’s noticeably grown up.  He had his first paying job as the camp kitchen dishwasher and spent every possible waking moment at camp. He’s taller now. His voice changed.


The rest of us will begin soon after, preferably beginning by the end of the month. As she’s gotten older, my planning-loving grandmother has gradually acquired a one-day-at-a-time approach to life. I like that approach. I used to think I was horrible at planning, but now I think what a lot of people refer to “planning”, I refer to as “dreaming”.


Plans or dreams, in their earliest forms, are nothing more than mere potentials. The process of bringing all the potential to actuality takes time, effort, trial and error, flexibility, patience, redirection, pain and suffering, and letting go.


In thinking about school for the coming year, four words came to my mind rather quickly.  The words were Honor, Work, Service, Ingenuity.  Many of the dreams I had for homeschooling haven’t happened.  We still do not know the constellations or all the phases of the moon. I look through the curriculum magazines and see all this knowledge I never attained, all these academic levels I never personally mastered. I WANT this.


But I’m learning it’s okay to let the dream become distilled.  When this happens, the matters of least importance tend to fall away naturally, and you’re left with the most important things–the diapers, the bottles, laundry, lunches, and suppers.

It’s incredible what happens–I’m not making this up.


You realize the dream was always love.







sixteen years

Our sixteenth anniversary occurred on vacation.  My aunt watched the kids while we went out to eat.  It was our last night in Florida so we didn’t take longer than we absolutely had to.  We drove back to my aunt’s to spend a little more time with Grandma and Grandpa.

On the way back to the hotel we stopped by Publix, our favorite Florida grocery store. Elianna and I jumped out and clasped hands.  When it’s just her and I, we always hold hands walking into a store. I cherished the moment, knowing we’ve been set on the path to outgrow this.

We were looking for limes and margarita salt.  The lime we found quick, but finding salt was delayed.  It was on the complete opposite side of the store. In my limited knowledge of alcoholic drinks, I glanced at the corner housing beer and the wine. I figured sea-salt would have to do.

Elianna found the salt, alive beyond the aisle in a back-facing corner.  She says I technically found the salt, but I wouldn’t have found it if it weren’t for her.  While my eyes were scanning the hanging signs for “Spices”, she called from behind me, “Mom, this stuff here says ‘margaritas'”.

Dad made the drinks and I settled the kids.  They really don’t need too much settling anymore, but every night I try to give a hug and a kiss.  I didn’t think of it then, but we’ve spent a chuckling amount of our wedding anniversaries with all of our family squished together in hotel rooms.

The kids watched from their beds as the happy couple toasted from a chair and a couch cushion.  I like to ask couples for advice on their anniversaries, and this night we offered up advice of our own.  He said, “Be polite and respectful to each other.” I said, “Love the person for who they are.”

I think what I meant by that is “Don’t judge.” Leave plenty of space for each person to be themselves. Marriage is more than an intimate closeness.  There are present-day pickles, and long-term vantage points, and others besides our own selves to consider. There’s a whole world outside of our own selves to discover.

I don’t understand. It doesn’t always make sense.

Thanks be to God who’s always known what He’s doing.





on visiting seashores

These Florida days have offered time for family and play. The Hobbit is over, and once again I found myself spacing out or reading a book of my own to pass the time.

All of my kids can now say they’ve seen the ocean, and it feels like part of my job as a parent is complete. The Atlantic side’s waves are much stronger than the Gulf. It made me nervous to watch them crash and crash and crash and crash continuously.

Its amazing how quickly small discomforts can start compounding. After traveling one and a half car days to get there, it was a welcome relief for all to get out and get in.

books and things


The living room is bare besides the piano and the couch.  The floor guy said he could come on Monday.  We’ll be gone then, traveling down to Florida to visit my grandparents, and these days leading up to our ensuring departure have been a wearying blur of all things normal.  Feeding the family, clearing out living rooms, the looming monster of packing our bags.  I want all the bathrooms and bedrooms to be clean before we go.

None of these things are as big as I’m making them.  There’s a scene in one of the Star Wars movies where Luke, Princess Leia, and Han Solo and trapped in a garbage compactor on the Death Star.  The walls begin closing in on them and everyone does what they can to brace the walls.  At the very last minute Luke gets a hold of CP3O who then implores R2D2 to shut down the systems. Somehow everything ends up okay.

My husband and I talked about downloading an audio book for the trip.  It’d be something we could listen to as a family on the way down.  Right away he suggested The Hobbit.  I said, “Hmm…but we’ve read that one before”.  I suggested something like Swiss Family Robinson or 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, both of which I’ve never read, but the dusty antique hardcovers sit and wait on the bookshelf.   We agreed to keep thinking.

“How about The Hobbit?”, she said

when I later told my daughter about the audio book

I said, “Haven’t you guys read that one before?”

I have multiple memories, of multiple years, of my husband sitting there in the living room with the kids. They’re on the floor playing and he’s reading The Hobbit in the time before bed.   It’s one of those things they do while I’m busy, doing what, I don’t know.

“Yeah, but we’ve never finished it”, she answered.

“Well alrighty then”, I thought.

Maybe this was a sign, or maybe I was outnumbered.

We need to pack, and get haircuts

finish laundry, check cat food–

and so I’m crossing off “blogging”

with a half-awake smile adding

“Download The Hobbit”

to my invisible to-do list.