Like life, a box of chocolates is typically given as a gift from someone who loves us.
Saying "yes" only to the work that I'm called to is both life-giving and fruitful.
I'm not God of my children. I don't have it in me. I'm limited, weak, and often take on too much.
For too long, perfectionism kept me from pursing the kind of beauty that doesn't fade.
Thinking about my daughter speaking building up words to her sister, my heart swells, and I'm challenged toward habitual grace.
I was reminded that it was again playing, laughing, and dancing time. My kids need to hear their mother's belly laugh.