Milk, messes, and marriage

Somehow marriage can tend to get a little lost in the midst of parenting. And by somehow I mean at the end of the day when those keys jingle at the door and a big hug and warm greeting turns into “here— take him!” Or when a conversation ends in one big "never mind!" because … Continue reading Milk, messes, and marriage


Until then: reflections

I woke up this morning thinking about that day. That day that Jesus was in such agony that he sweat literal blood. Those moments in the garden give enough to ponder for days. But, that bloody agony was only the beginning. After resolving “your will, God, not my own”...came piercings of all kind. Physical: his … Continue reading Until then: reflections