Days so long and nights too short A trying season it has been,
Demands of every moment Leave me weary and stretched thin. As my head hits the pillow,
With a prayer sweet sleep arrives,
Seems only just a minute
Till I wake to love’s small cries. Love beckons in the children
Love beckons in the chores, Love beckons in each gift-of-self
Each call to offer more. What do I find in that place,
Where nerves and wits are at an end?
That surrender to His holy will
Offers more th
When I'm not wife-ing, mom-ing, or youth minister-ing, I enjoy writing. This blog is filled with my reflections on faith, culture, and the pursuit of holiness in the midst of everyday life.