Category Archives: Life Lessons

When God Shows Up

It’s been a crazy ride the past couple of years watching our oldest son, Calvin, grow into the walking, talking, ball of energy that he is now. Sometimes it feels like it was just yesterday when I held him in my arms listening to little baby sounds, or maybe I’m delirious and I’m really remembering his two month old baby brother, Joseph.
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A Life Worth Living

Parenting has been simultaneously one of the hardest things in my life and one of the most joy-filled, and joy-producing, things as well. It’s so hard to be woken up at 8:00 in the morning on the weekend, or in the morning at all on the weekend, but nothing compares to seeing that little man smile as he pulls himself up on me after he drinks his bottle and starts to play with us. He’s so happy and playful and it lights up the room.
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Running When You Can’t See

I woke up early on Saturday. Five o’clock in the morning. Well, 5:15am, really. I know, sheer craziness. Not as crazy as running six miles after Texas has had time to heat up, though. I drove over to the lake, half awake and half eating an orange. I got going and once I reached the side streets that lead to the running path, I realized something: I couldn’t see more than ten feet in front of me.
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Thanks For The Memories

Warning: Mom, this will make you cry. Might wanna read it at home.

This weekend I went out to my grandparents’ farm in Terrell to fix their computer. Don’t worry, I was still able to sleep in, kind of. I don’t get out there as much as an adult, because most of the family events are at my mom’s or aunt’s house. When we do get out that way for Thanksgiving or Christmas, it’s chaos. That’s not a bad thing, necessarily, it just seems like there’s thirty of us (really, 18) out there all at once and it’s. just. so. busy. A whirl of conversation and catching up, and then we’re gone. We don’t stop and slow down. Maybe it’s because we aren’t forced to, maybe it’s because we don’t want to. But I had to this weekend, and I’m glad.

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Fighting the Real Fight

Growing up in Dallas, the buckle of the Bible belt, I’ve heard all kinds of things about the state of our nation. I’ve heard everything from it’s going to Hell in a hand-basket with Obama leading the way (and Clinton before him), to us desperately needing to fight back about redefining marriage, to people really not caring what happens politically as long as it doesn’t bother them. Perhaps the most daunting statement is that Satan is trying to destroy America. There’s just one problem with that.

Satan doesn’t care about destroying America

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