i couldn’t see past the white ground that lay between my window and the street. as might happen when one gets tired of staring at a computer screen, i glanced out my window every now and then to only be reminded that i couldn’t see a thing. i was wrapped in a blanket of the… Continue reading my monday

there was snow on the ground yesterday. it made it all the more “right” that it was thanksgiving. it made it all the more right that i was in a cozy house eating lots of food, watching movies and parades, and playing games. our house was full yesterday. but then again, you already knew that.… Continue reading

i like extra people in my house.  it means it’s extra busy, extra loud, and extra fun. there are late night parties of making french toast and coffee, games which bring chaos to our family room furniture, and so many things to laugh at all our stomachs hurt. really, we love having people.  you can… Continue reading visitors

it’s 12:30pm and i have yet to cross the threshold of the hotel door that marks the end of my room and the beginning of the long hall.  and i don’t really mind. a few chapters of Job read.  a lengthy journal entry recording all my real thoughts that cover the last few weeks.  eating… Continue reading 12:30pm and just starting

there is not a better feeling in the world than to be sitting in a bed which is in the house of people who simply adore you (or at least fake their affection very well). they made me tea and made sure there was lots of honey so my cold will go away, they talked… Continue reading in the ra-cha-cha

it’s early. must children wake up so early? the small red head cuddles up against my arm every few minutes and says something. i don’t understand most of his “words” so i smile and say, “really, jack?” the princess on my other side likes to touch my hand and make sure i’m watching the exciting… Continue reading my life

i haven’t been able to get Job 13:15 out of my head since i first talked to my crying mumsie. “Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.” it seems pointless. it seems stupid. it makes me mad and all the more confused. why Christian? why did the Lord allow him to be… Continue reading my Redeemer lives

i was thirteen and i finally decided who i wanted to be. she was cool, her voice was unique, and she had a crazy style. i wanted the pink hair, i wanted the musical skills, i wanted the ability to make strange things hip. i wanted to be gwen stefani. i know, such a noble… Continue reading stefani

i came downstairs this morning and heard a sister compliment me on what i was wearing. thinking it a bit odd since khaki’s aren’t that spectacular i turned to her to say something to that affect. it was then that i found myself facing the sister who is so generous with compliments only to realize… Continue reading devoted (to the same style) sisters

after a long afternoon of dealing with phones (i’m just not very good with anything that involves cords, buttons, phone lines, and electricity) i got home and said to my sisters, “hey guys! guess whose voice you hear when you leave a message at church now?!” they both just looked at me and said, “oh… Continue reading “is that my voice?”