My new BFF: the stick.

I tried to come up with a clever alliteration in keeping with catchy phrases like Instagram’s ever popular “Throwback Thursday”, but I’m not motivated enough to pull out a dictionary and there just aren’t that many W adjectives on the tip of my tongue. Speaking of tongues, I forgot how much I love Pringles original! I’m munching on them now and it’s really killing my chances of losing another 10 lbs before our family pictures, but they’re just sooooo good!
But let’s move on, shall we?

I never thought much about stain removers before Nathan was born. It was so rare that I needed one and my Tide pen seemed good enough (if it didn’t dry out in between uses). Then…babies. Spit up. And oh my word, baby food.  The stains only multiplied as the years went on…self feeding, dirt, grass, marker and *shudder* – red sauces. The problem that I found with each one that I tried was the same – I either had to have a load of laundry ready to go in so I could treat and wash immediately or I had to remember to set the item of clothing aside to treat at a later time. Fail, fail, fail. I know it sounds silly, but life is crazy sometimes and I just couldn’t seem to get the hang of it and ended up with a lot of ruined shirts.

And then one day, something magical happened. Resolve Stain Stick! Rub it in, toss it in the laundry basket and wash it whenever. I swear I heard angels singing the first time I used it. I went through an entire stick, using it at least once a week (it last about a year) and was impressed over and over again.  Then one day the unthinkable happened. It ran out. Yep…I now have three stained clothing items of Nathan’s that Tide could not conquer in the matter of a week!  All is well though, I picked up a new one while grocery shopping today. It set me back $3-something, it’s probably a buck or so cheaper at WalMart, but I can’t live without it that long!

So there it is, my way-too-wordy shout out to one of my favorite products.
What are yours?



A Mother’s Heart for the Nations

Sometimes I don’t like people. (At least pretend to be shocked by this confession, would you?) I love most people. God’s love has been so richly poured out on my life, how could it not overflow? But there are still those people to whom my wallet doesn’t want to open, I’m not so quick to hug, I forget that serving them would be an honor and I just block the flow of however God wants to love them through me. 

  This may seem like a rabbit trail, but hang in there, it will make sense eventually. Hopefully….

If you’re a parent or have ever loved a child you should be able to relate to this. It’s that moment when your child is lost, hurt, crying and in your absence, someone else is able to give them comfort.  I feel like that person has given me the best gift. On Monday a sweet friend of mine noticed that Daniel was stuck in a rope ladder and she rescued him and carried him across the playground to me. (thank you, Jen!!!)  In that moment there was no separation in my mind between whether she had done something for him or for me. How much more if one of my children was injured or starving and I wasn’t able to do anything about it? Tears are welling up in my eyes at the very thought of it. And the overwhelming gratitude my heart will feel to know that someone met that need for Nathan or Daniel would probably be even greater than if they had done it for me. 

Ok, quickly – here’s the tie. I was reading Matthew 25. Most of us could quote it pretty accurately by heart. By as I read those words “whatever you have done to the least of these, you have done to me” it hit me like a ton of bricks.  Every human on the planet is loved by God even more than I love Nathan and Daniel, as hard as that is for me to get my head around. So every time I love on one of those sons or daughters God feels it like I do when someone loves on one of my kids. My heart is breaking right now at the thought of how God must feel looking at all those who are unloved in this world, who have needs that are going unmet by His body, even those who are shaking their fist at Him while their hearts are breaking. God, keep that father’s/mother’s heart ever close to me as I encounter Your precious creation. 

I keep sharing this song because it’s changing my life. And its fitting here because every thing that Jesus ever did to show His love for us and all that He endured He did out of that same Fatherly love and He looks at you and me and the outcast and says “my love, you’re worth it all”

Let’s lean in and get a hold of God’s heart on this so we can change the world. God’s love does that you know….it changes everything that becomes aware of His love. 

Summer Love


summertimeSummer finally hit the U.P. and it seems there’s hardly been a quiet moment since! I’m really loving it, outdoor activities at home – pool, trampoline, sand table, swings – park days, holidays, birthday, grilling out with friends, and now we can add soccer to the list! The kids are enjoying every second and it makes me wish I could pick up all our family and friends and move somewhere that had much shorter winters…like a week or two would be fine  : )

Things around the house are stacking up a bit more than I would like and blogging, studying, reading and sleep are distant memories that are sure to revisit in a couple short months. Seems they’ve been replaced with sand, water, sunblock, and I-know-I-must-be-forgetting-something.



In the midst of all the fun and craziness my heart has been pulled in so many directions and  I’m awake almost nightly with the need to pray for something that just can’t wait until morning. The needs of others are plentiful, some closer to home than others. Even in the midst of loss I am reminded daily that God is good and that He is on our side. Not just in the way that mom makes you eat veggies because she’s on your side and wants what is best for you (although that, too!)  But also in the way the cheers us on, celebrates our lives, gives us the tools we need to succeed and allows us to come alive in the desires of our hearts.  With a heart submitted to God we get to do all these amazing things and in the process we are giving Him glory. I love it.  And no matter how hard I try I could never exaggerate the goodness, the kindness, the love or the faithfulness of the Father, King Jesus or Holy Spirit.

Hope that summer 2013 finds you content and resting along still waters, even on the craziest days.

little things