A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
For Owen it came early, just a scant nine months of breathing air and he was beginning to understand authority. The light, but decisive, tap to his diapered bottom after his little back had arched and his voice had rung with anger at our insistence tha…
2011 is passing into history and we are enjoying the sunshine.
Having just arrived home last night from a great trip to Florida, in which we celebrated birthdays, Christmas and family, I am contentedly tired. I peacefully slept in my own bed last…
This is the letter I would have put in our Christmas cards this year. I thought I’d save a couple trees, but not all of them. I still sent some cards (I bought a pack of 50…if you didn’t get one it’s because I have too many cousins), I just didn’t pr…
Ivan drew a name at 5:00 and it was Becky Bowen! Congratulations Becky!
(for those of you who know Becky and I, I promise I would never rig a drawing to let my sister win. If she needed a book that bad, I would give her mine, or buy her one, or som…
John 15:13 says: “Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.” That is what I want my boys to hear from my heart. That is God’s love and God’s love is unfailing according to 1 Corinthians 13.
The other night Kri…
We are enjoying a full week at the Kelso house. Having decorated for Christmas on Friday, because of a Christmas party here on Saturday, I am just enjoying the warm and twinkly feel in the house. Even with a schedule full of errands and activities, I’…
Last night as we sat around a table eating pizza as a family I looked at my oldest boy and felt the little nudge I’ve been feeling a lot lately. The nudge to make sure he is secure. He’s going through some minor changes. Not like the kind where pimpl…
I just got back from taking cookies to Ivan’s class at school for his birthday.
Six years ago this morning, I was very excitedly laboring to deliver an early Christmas present. Ivan was due on Christmas day, but chose wisely to come a little early f…
I listened closely to her soft voice as she related the changes that time and absence had made for her. She wasn’t complaining, just relating her plans for Thanksgiving, but I heard the hurt in her voice as she tried in vain to find something uplifting…
Last month we had visitors from Florida brighten our space.
This was one of my favorite parts: