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“No Son, I don’t have the money,” my younger self often said.
“Just use that credit card,” more often than not the reply rolled so easily off my children’s tongues. They had very little understanding of how money works and that that card linked to actual money in my account, that we actually could run all the way out of money. [Read more…]
Cursive writing, good grammar, conversation, hospitality: these lost arts seem to have gone out of vogue in the twenty-first century but remain vital to a healthy society. [Read more…]
I saw the featured graphic on Facebook this week, and it had a beautiful little write up about getting too focused on others to our own demise, but then I realized that sometimes we’re the bird. We’re the ones provoking others. [Read more…]
I drank the This Is Us Koolaid, and I’m hooked. Maybe you’re a fan as well.
If not, let me give you a few nuggets to catch you up. Jack and Rebecca Pearson have triplets, but the third baby does not make it. On the same day, a fireman delivers a newborn to the hospital who had been left at the station door. The beautiful couple adopt the little black baby and fill out their Big 3 as they call them and leave the hospital with three little ones. [Read more…]
So we’re moving today and tomorrow.
My husband now has his dream job as pastor at Pathway Community Church in Jackson, MI.
That led to packing, painting, writing lists–and lists of lists–cleaning, sorting, editing, and overall upending our daily lives, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You may have thought I lost my mind if you are subscribed to this blog and kept getting a notice that I had updated only to find the link send you to a non-existent post. You’re probably right because I find myself with UHaul brain today. That’s the diagnosis, plain and simple.
I no longer have space in my brain for the day to day because I’ve invested all those resources to changing addresses, utilities, daycare, doctors, and pharmacy. We’ll probably have the smoothest move ever, followed by the realization that we have no toilet paper–wait, no, I did get toilet paper. Whew!
Prayers appreciated for Feb. 9-10 as we move out of the home I’ve lived in longer than any in my life and move on to the next adventure.
…and that’s the view from My (new) Front Porch… only it’s a side porch.