On Sabbatical

Life serves up a series of choices, and our decisions affect our quality of life — spiritually, mentally, relationally, emotionally and financially. Some choices are for the most part, benign; some are tantamount, but each choice leads to another, and another… it’s the process of building a life, a legacy.



January came and left without a peep from me; I know. The month brought equal amounts of joy and heartache. But we are still here. Still thankful. Choosing to smile and praising the Lord for the fullness of His grace.

I’ll write what I can when I can. Some things are simply not for me to write, and I’ve learned that’s okay too.

February is a new month.
I welcome it with open arms.


Back in a bit…

“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28 (ESV)

I spent the weekend sewing the final three ticking panels for my bedroom, listening to Meredith’s first piano recital (she also performed two guitar pieces she wrote), celebrating my uncle’s 60th birthday, texting with Jeff while he tried to stay dry on the first weekend of deer season, praising the Lord in song and listening to solid teaching from our pastor, and finally, joining friends and family at our church’s Harvest Dinner.

It was a glorious, but full, weekend.


Because Not All Daddies Came Home

Jeff always came home.

I count this as one of the many blessings in our family’s life.

Four years as a soldier in the U.S. Army, and he always came home.

At the same time every day, after naps and snacks, Meredith and Kenny waited for him in the same place, on the back of the couch balanced between it and the window sill.

And he always returned.

But not all daddies came home.

Not all grandparents, mommas or children either.



There’s no time like “now.” At least, that’s what people say, right? There’s no time like now to do the right thing. There’s no time like now to make a change. There’s no time like now to start over.