Tuesday, August 13, 2013

weekends are for

It's been a long time, blogger.. a long time. 
Here's (some of) what I spent my 3-day weekend doing.

homemade reese's cup ice cream.

remembering this place.

sitting in the grass.

boxing up spoons for Haiti from VBS.

helping the little sister make 
carmel-toffee-covered pretzel sticks.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

The Birds Will Tell You

"But ask the animals, and they will teach you, 
or the birds of the air, and they will tell you;
or speak to the earth, and it will teach you;
or let the fish of the sea inform you.
Which of all these does not know 
that the hand of the Lord has done this?
 In His hand is the life of every creature
and the breath of mankind."
                           - Job 12:7-10

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Rachel and Pete

"The Lord has done great things for us,
and we are filled with joy."
                      -Psalm 126:3

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Show Me Your Resurrection

"Show me your resurrection.
Show me the power of Christ 
that has raised you with Christ.
Show me the power of marriages that thrive
and the wonder of mercy for prodigal sons.
Show me a life changed by prayers
and grace and radical faith.
Show me real sacrifice for the homeless
and love for children oppressed by poverty.
Show me the power of the risen Christ in you.
Show me your resurrection."

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Counting the Ways

"How many of the popsicle days, 
the run and twirl and spin days, 
the bare feet on grass days have I slept through? 
Life is too sweet, too delectable to rush through. 
All these moments are for you. 
Count the ways He loves."
                          -Ann Voskamp

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

I Believe It

"Because I believe it, 
right down to the toe-end of me:
that His grace is everywhere,
written right into the walls of this world.
That man's only successful end
is to glorify God where he is."
                              -Ann Voskamp

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Right-Ordered Love

At the end of a 12-hour day,
there's paper scraps beneath the table
and sprinkles in the cracks of the chairs.
A mound of dirty dishes sits in the sink
while yesterday's laundry still isn't put away.
I murmur the words again..

"A right-ordered house isn't virtuous
like a right-ordered heart.
It's never worth disordering the heart
simply to get a right-ordered house.
Is my love ordered towards a 
Better Homes and Gardens House?
Or a better, holy heart?"
                                -Ann Voskamp

I think of the snuggles and laughs,
the princess tales and soccer games,
reading goodnight stories 
and the little voice calling for
 'just one more hug Eenna'.
And the disordered house?
It doesn't matter anymore.