• Faith

    Being Obsessed with Busy

    It’s been a while. For the past (almost) two weeks, I’ve been living in a stuffed head, sore-throated fevered fog. It’s somewhat ironic how my challenge for March is to rest. And then I was really forced to rest. And pop Tylenol and drink fluids and consume cough candies like bonbons. Last week was March break, and while we had so many plans, the girls and I were stuck in bed, sicker than sick, battling colds, fevers, ear infections and all around discomfort. It was not fun. (A big shout out to Jeff, who was so patient with us all, taking the night shift with the girls and loving all…

  • Faith,  Simple Living

    Finding Rest in Hospitality

    It looked like a tornado had ravaged its way through our house. Toys were strewn from bedrooms, to living room, to bathroom, to playroom and back again. Dishes were piled and overflowing in the sink. We could feed one of our girls for a week with the amount of crumbs underneath the table. Somebody’s kid had pulled the toilet paper roll across the bathroom floor. Every organized, clean freak nerve in my being was pulled taut. And yet, there was something so beautiful about the chaos all around us. While my mind was frantic with all that needed to be cleaned up, put back in order, my soul felt so…

  • Family

    To My Baby, Who Isn’t

    To my darling Baby, who isn’t, Today you needed me for the first time in a long time. Yes, I know. You’re only two so you still need me for lots of things. Like food and diaper changes and snacks. But today you actually needed me. You have been stretching to grow up from the moment you breathed air. You devour life with the fiercest of independence. But amongst all that determination and mountain moving, you often don’t have time for the quiet, the snuggles, the soft landing of Momma on baby. I love your energy, your insatiable curiosity, your indisputable confidence, yet there are moments I long for you to…

  • Faith

    March’s Challenge – Sabbath Rest

    I’m a doer, a lover of scratching things off my list, checking all the boxes, implementing and perfecting the schedule. I’m your girl if you need something done. Multi-tasking is my jam. I make plans to make plans. I schedule time to make schedules. Organization makes me happy. Rest? Who needs rest? I live under the regime of “Idle hands are the devil’s workshop.” Or “There’ll be time to rest when you’re dead.” (Seriously, who comes up with these sayings?!) Until recently, I thought that being the multi-tasking, organizing, scheduling, get-stuff-done queen bee was a badge of honour. Like I had somehow “arrived” and hey, everyone! Look at how much I can get done!…