Straight up, I have a lot of books. That shouldn't come as much of a surprise to many of you. At Christmas, most of my presents are fresh printer-and-ink-smelling rectangles in tacky Christmas wrap, simply because I make it easy for my husband to guess what I want by constantly adding a pile of Marissa … Continue reading Can I be in your Shelfie?
Isn't it funny how a breath mint can be the difference between a moment with someone being sentimental and precious vs. terrible and nasty? There are times when I've been in close quarters with someone and all I can think about is how little I can breathe from the fog-cloud they are creating between us and … Continue reading Life Speakers and Bad Breath Breathers
Pregnancy is weird. I've said it before and I will say it again. But even though there is an Olympic-level soccer athlete inside my tummy trying to kick its way out, it seems to only be a slice of what I'm focused on right now. And I don't mean that in a bad way. I mean … Continue reading Wild Wilderness People
There’s a grey sky outside clobbering the morning with unwelcome shadows but just beyond it I can see a vibrant blue rolling in. This will be a bright morning after all. It’s been a little bit of time since I’ve graced you all with pretty words and mildly inappropriate humour, but there’s been a lot … Continue reading Clear Skies Ahead
It only makes sense. As children of a Holy King we are fully equipped to be dragon slayers. One of the hard things I’ve had to learn in my twinkling twenties is that dragging around baggage into areas where the love of Jesus is supposed to shine is inappropriate, un-classy, and just plain bothersome. In … Continue reading Hunt Your Dragons before You Come
My kid eats paper. It's weird. Recently he ate part of the back cover of one of my friend's books. He thinks this is hilarious and I really can't figure out why. A little while ago he got his hands on a pizza menu and had consumed a hefty corner of it before we realized. … Continue reading Try Not to Eat the Menu
It really is like a ship, spearing through the darkest oceans, going to war on behalf of its Captain. I'm talking about worship. Which cleverly, sounds a lot like "War Ship". How perfect. Worship was never meant to be just singing songs for the sake of singing songs. Goodness, how bored I would be. I've only seen people fall … Continue reading The War Ship