We’ve all been given an opportunity in midst of this unprecedented season. Our lifestyles and habits have been forced out of their typical grooves. Our auto-pilot functions no longer serve us well. It’s like our bike chain got kicked out of gear. So, now we each have a choice.
Most days are average to good days, where optimistic social media posts with sunny bible verses feel appropriate and encouraging. [...] Then there are the black hole days. The days when you can’t see past the pain. The nights when your fear feels so real that you could reach out and touch it. In times like these, trite platitudes fall short. The Bible verses that used to bring comfort feel, at best, distant and irrelevant, at worst, obtuse and offensive. Where can we turn for hope on these days? Enter the awkward uncles.
Gavin and I recently returned from a trip to Uganda, I'll get into more about what we were doing there in a minute, but first I want to talk about giraffes. This may come as a shock but we don't see a ton of giraffes in Georgia. So, when we first stumbled across one on … Continue reading Just Another Giraffe | Olivia & Pheobe’s Story
One of the weird things about moving into a new house being surprised by plants. Not that there's an Azalea jumping out and shouting at you from around the corner or anything. But there's still this element of surprise. The subtle, slow unfolding of little chlorophyll-charged mysteries. They just start popping out of the ground … Continue reading Mystery Plants :: Some thoughts on kids
Confession... I’m colorblind. And before you ask, no, I don’t just see in black and white like a dog or a shark or something. I see colors, just not the same ones everyone else sees. Or so I’ve been told. It hasn’t really been a big problem, except for those middle school geography tests that … Continue reading Colorblind | Thoughts on challenging our assumptions
I feel a little like Dorothy hitting the ground after the tornado tore through her house. I mean, I'm not a girl and I don't have a dog but other than that, it's pretty much the same thing. The last few weeks have been a whirlwind and I've hardly had the time to reflect on … Continue reading It’s So Hard To Say… hello | Thoughts on beginning again
My grandmother, Sara Kate Mashaw, or as I have always known her "Meme", was diagnosed with cancer over a year ago and decided not to undergo any surgeries or aggressive treatments. She wanted to let things run their course and continue living her life as normally as possible for as long as possible. We are … Continue reading My “Meme” | Sara Kate Mashaw
One year ago today our twin boys were born. It was a beautiful, exciting and nearly tragic day. Just a few short hours after their birth, Erin was bleeding out on an OR table while I anxiously paced the hallways of Labor & Delivery praying with a desperation I’ve never felt before. It was an … Continue reading Heavy Troubles & Weighty Mercies :: One Year Ago…
Some say I have an unhealthy affection for coffee. I have even been labeled, by some of those people, a “coffee snob” for not joining them in drinking whatever coffee-looking product is being served at the moment. And after I finish shooting poisonous darts at them with my eyes, I calmly remind them that I … Continue reading Coffee Snobbery
“I wonder why they’re called storm troopers? They don’t even make storms...” he says, staring up at me through those little glasses, his head resting on a pillow at the foot of the bed. Gavin has come to keep me company as I sit here in the bedroom, still resting and recovering from Wednesday’s surgery. … Continue reading Lessons in heroism from a six-year old