The View from the Finish Line
“Hey Hudson, the directions say to start right here with the picture of the little boy, and then help him get home.” “But Mom, it’s easier to go backwards, see?” With the words barely out of his mouth, six-year-old Hudson completed the maze on his restaurant paper...
The Gift of a Little Pink Rose
Walking to the Amazon return counter at Whole Foods, a little girl interrupted my mental to-do list. Her thoughtful, round eyes locked with mine as she reached out with a pink rose. “Here, this is for you.” A simple smile, no explanation, just an unexpected gift of...
Theo of Golden by Allen Levi ~ Book Review
So far I've given away 17 copies. Most notably, four to my children on Mother's Day, with a request that they read it - at some point - as a Mother's Day gift to me. I saw Theo of Golden recommended on a friend's Facebook story and immediately ordered it from Amazon....
Always Golden
Yellow flames dancing in the fire pit rays of sunshine spotlighting the marble floor blonde stucco waving through the windows glittery tiles tap dancing to the sun's movement his favored spot on the rug sits empty. But his golden hues remain plentiful throughout our...
The Sweet Aroma of a Mother’s Kindness
Last Sunday morning found Corbin and I at the Barcelona airport, headed home from a couple of weeks of travel through Portugal and Spain. Our baggage check line snaked through the airport lobby, with agents periodically reshaping the lines to accommodate the...
The Shortest Easter Sermon
What is so attractive about simplicity? Grocery shopping at Trader's not because it's trendy, but because there's one option for canned black beans. Cleaning out our closets not for the sake of minimalism, but to make getting dressed a more streamlined process. Fewer...
A Reminder for Easter ~ Can These Bones Live?
With Easter just three weeks away, I'm reposting this from a couple of years ago as a reminder - more to myself than anyone else - that God is ABLE. He is able and in the business of bringing dry bones to life. God's very best gift, the resurrection of His Son, is a...
Practicing Gratitude 3.31.25
Took a mid-week trip to Auburn last week. My visit was anchored by getting to be at Wednesday night Capernum - when will I ever be in Auburn on a Wednesday night?! Flew out Mon - Thurs, stayed at Basden's, so so many good gifts: Staying with Basden in her house,...
Recounting a Memory
Last week I spent the day with a remarkable woman on a horse farm in the Kentucky Bluegrass. She reminded me so much of my Granny - beautiful, hard-working, artistic, a wordsmith, and with a deep love for horses and animals. On a separate note, special thanks to Dr....
I’ll Borrow None Today
In celebration of my mom's birthday this week, she offers many, many qualities I could describe: Her impromptu generosity, particularly with time and creativity; her frugality and the way she manages money; her seamstress abilities providing the perfect costume or...
I Remember Forgetting That
Years ago, one of our kiddos surprised us - and I think themself - by making some poor choices as a middle schooler (haha yes, the irony of that statement is not lost on me). But this particular circumstance felt pretty out of character. Corbin and I took our...
You’re So Able
Several years ago driving out of the grocery parking lot, I pulled behind a few cars waiting to turn left. After a minute or so without moving, I could see the car at the front of the line with the engine lid raised, so I swerved to the right and maneuvered through an...
Lift My Noise??
A few years ago I hired a young graphic designer for help with updating and possibly renaming this blog. “What do you like to write about?” she asked. “Oh, really just personal narratives, stories about daily life and marriage and parenting, more than anything this is...
WIlson6 becoming Wilson7
Welcome to the family, Shelby. With the massive task of attempting to frame such a meaningful engagement weekend, I'm simply sharing Corbin's letter to Hud's new fiance'. This seems to capture it. And the letter's ending, my favorite part of gifting the perfume ~ all...
30 Pieces of Silver
“Ah, here comes Judas again. What a fool. Why is he back? We have no more business with him. Or time for his folly.” “Wait, wait!” cried Judas, breathless as he entered the room brimming with elders and chief priests. “Jesus! He’s innocent. He’s done nothing wrong.”...
Bob Knox ~ He Knew my Name
When Esther moved to Southwest Christian School as an 8th grader, she announced at dinner that first week, "Y'all, it's the strangest thing. Today we had a sub, and HE KNEW MY NAME." I laughed at her incredulous statement, "Yes Essie, that's Mr. Knox, he's not a...
He Spills the Gospel
"Who's the kid that just got baptized? I've never seen him before, but there's a massive group of friends waiting to hug and congratulate him!" "You don't know him?" Graham asked, "He was in Hudson's room at ski trip. That's the weekend he decided to follow Jesus."...
Hopping from One Thing to the Next
"Good morning from Denver, fam" - me "Y’all really are taking advantage of this whole empty nester thing" - Basden Um, yes. It's been a special couple of weeks. A few months ago, our friends Todd and Jessica asked if I wanted to join them on a week-long trip to...
Sharing the Love, Sourdough Style
This photo was my morning text from Basden. She is having a ball with her baking. Papa, Corbin’s dad, got her hooked, as he’s been baking sourdough loaves and crackers and English muffins for several years now. Basden took some of Papa's starter from his Angel Fire...
Christ My Only Hope ~ The Life Story of Yamuragiye Cyprien
I have this sweet set of three birds, clay painted turquoise, one of those purchases I didn't even have to think about when I spotted them years ago in a little shop. Birds. Turquoise. Perfectly imperfect in the hand-crafted design and paint. This morning I went...