Mom. Widow. Jesus follower. Song expresser. People lover. Memory cherisher. Home-school promoter. Wholeness advocate. Healthy food balancer (sometimes enforcer!). Multi-tasker (or is it procrastinator?). Seeker. Believer. Learner. Dreamer.
I love words. I love the meanings of names. My name means “Beloved. Follower of the Lord.”
I want to love as much as I have been loved. I want to raise champions. The world is big, and though I am small, I want to make a splash with my dash in the timeline.
For eternity. For Jesus. For Love. For always.
This kid. His name means “Divine Peace. Who is like the Lord.” He was born with a smile and a giant belly laugh! I could have charged money for the amount of calls I used to receive, “Can JM come to our house to play with my kids? They’re about to kill each other, but when he’s here, they somehow get along!” So, while he writes, I can promise you that whatever he shares will be quirky, nerdy, full of peace, and laughter. He’s one classy guy. And because he has so much of his heroic father built-in, he’s also growing into… a champion.
This girl. Her name has a big meaning for her larger-than-life personality, “Princess. Who is Brighter than the Sun. Full of Grace and Mercy.” Her creativity can hit overdrive, and when it does, she raps on the fly, she draws and paints all over herself or anything she can find. She has a passion for cooking, and wants to have a restaurant someday (Souper Happiness, “where we serve more than soup and everyone leaves HAPPY!”). So, you may see her singing, serving, or singing while she’s serving. She has a heart for her “elders” and anyone sick or in need. She’s a true baby whisperer and would have her own zoo if only I’d let her. Whatever she decides to share with you, it’s sure to come from a recipe of some kind of wonderful.
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This morning, I was jolted awake after hearing the clearest words: "Well, everyone is offended by everything today anyway, so it can't hurt — it's time." So, to what am I referring? Michael had been working on a small book for almost ten years, Name on the Front of...
THIS. IS. ROUGH. Yet, I feel prompted to share a completely unpolished and unfinished piece of creativity with you today in spite of myself.
Today was a good day. It's the 18-month mark in this race we could call the life-after. It's not the after-life. Although, we do look forward to ultimate joy in the promise of some someday. For us right now, it's the life-after losing Mike. Many people are living in...