Painting heart-cries, word by word

I Give Myself Very Good Advice… March 20, 2013

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“…but I very seldom follow it.”

Story of my life, guys. Story. Of. My Life.

One thing I will do, however, is listen to the advice of people I admire. I admire my husband and he gives me really solid advice. His most recent gem? While I re-make the definition of “normal” in our family, I’ve taken to escaping the pressure by getting lost in the internet. I self-distract with entertainment. Instead of doing this, my husband suggests…

I write.

He’s so right. He’s so right it makes me a little sick, just before I get back to admiring him with doe-like eyes. And by the way, that’s not an exaggeration about the eyes.

I have married a man–an active, kinesthetic, hands-on, athletic sort of man–who actually supports my love for words. He takes me at my word when I describe my dreams of bylines and/or book signings (hey, I’ll take either one and thank you!), and then he does something I have never been able to do on my own. My husband asks,

When will you do that?”

In fact, I think he may be slightly more impatient than I am for the wishful thoughts to become my job. Sure, sure, he’d like a little extra income to help things along, but I promise you that’s not why he anticipates my success. As only a man who truly loves me could possibly do, he wants me to live out my design. And I was designed to be a writer. I’ve struggled for years over what that looks like, but I’ve never been able to deny that God made me to write. I married a man who gets this, embraces it, and never lets me forget it.

I am blessed.

By the way, I’ll probably be more prolific as the days wear on. My need to map out my soul will be overwhelming in the next few months. Maybe “normal” is over-rated?


Baby Debut March 7, 2013

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February 25th, 2am. “These are real. These are real contractions! Okay, okay, don’t freak out. Breeeathe. Try to sleep. No wait, stay up and write down these contractions first so you have something to go by later.”

5am. “I better get up, I can’t try to sleep between these contractions. Should probably wake up Eric and have him call the midwife.” (Pam is my midwife. She is absolutely incredible, gifted in what she does, almost as much of a life counselor as a midwife. I love Pam.)

5:30am. “Tell Pam to hurry! Call my mom! Call your mom!”

6:00am. “This is good. … Baby is moving down. … Keep moving, baby. … Pam’s here. … Can’t think. … Soon.”

6:45am. “Gotta move to the bed, gotta move to the bed, can’t movecan’tmovecan’tmooooove… Okay, okay. Moving. Bed. IT’S TIME!”

6:54am. And just like that


…he was here.



My sweet baby boy finally arrived in all the crescendo of a life being born and he is all hope and love and newness. God is so incredibly good. ~*~