Month: February 2015

At bedtime



We were getting the boys ready for bed when Steven suddenly scampered to the kitchen and started scrounging in the cupboards for something to eat. This is what happened next.

For the record: We had rice, maple-soy-glazed salmon, and homemade cream cheese wontons. Steven ate one wonton, picked at the edges of his rice, and had a small bite of salmon.

He’s got me.


This is a repost. Because it’s just that kind of a week.

Because this morning was spent trying to bring a baby chick back from the dead (she’s not out of the woods yet; follow me on Instagram for updates) and helping a friend to de-louse her house, while being aware of my Friday work deadline and other past-due tasks.

Because of ISIS. And hurting teenagers. And hurting adults. And racism. And so many brave and beautiful people, bent over to the point of breaking.

My wise friend Bronwyn had a realization that she shared over a text. I don’t think she would mind if I shared it with you:

I’ve been stressed and trying to take courage, saying, “I’ve got this. I’ve got God.” But He says, “No, I’VE GOT THIS. And I’ve got you.”

Finally, this says it best:

But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair;  persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. (2 Corinthians 4:8-9, NIV)

Sharing Can Tears

Sharing Can Tears

Taking home the sharing can is a Big Deal to those of preschool age. At Matthew’s preschool, the teachers have a can with popsicle sticks. Each popsicle stick has the name of a student. After the sharing can has been shared, the teacher picks a popsicle stick with the name of a student who will be the next person to take the sharing can home. It’s at this point that many children break down in disappointed tears that they were not the one chosen.