1.5.14 Tidings…
Christmas 2013 celebrated. Christmas 2013 video from mindyclarkson@comcast.net on Vimeo.
Christmas 2013 celebrated. Christmas 2013 video from mindyclarkson@comcast.net on Vimeo.
Tonight we are going to a caroling party. This is the first caroling party I’ve ever been to. Wait…scratch that. Once, the youth ministry at the Baptist church that I was a member of organized a caroling night that I had conveniently erased from my memory until just now. I still remember what the neighborhood […]
The post office is my least favorite place to go. At least…it was. I’m not exactly sure why…but getting to the post office has been an on-going problem for me. It’s even become a joke between myself and anyone I send packages to. Like…my friend, Ami…for example. We exchange birthday gifts every year. And every […]
My mind wanders during our advent reading each night. Engaging has never been my struggle…until now. I find myself thinking of all sorts of things…with short bouts of the scriptures Chad is reading interrupting my thoughts. Tonight I find myself wondering if writing will ever come easy to me again. Or rather…the desire to write. […]
There are times when I get a glimpse of God. Moments…where I think I can understand his heart. Times…when I catch a miracle, as if it were a butterfly landing for a fleeting second on my shoulder. And if truth be told…many of these moments are when I’m around at Chase. He’s special. He’s different. […]
Last night, I read a letter to my kids. It’s still easy to remember reading Twas the Night Before Kindergarten on the eve to Colton’s very first day of school 7 years ago. That night…we all huddled upstairs in his room. There were tears. That I know for sure. My voice choked half way through […]
the sweet pea has said…for several years now…that she is going to be a “cooker” (chef) when she grows up. she is going to have her own restaurant/bakery…(where we will eat free, by the way)…and she already has the name. i’ll wait and let her tell the world. unbelievably…my dad plays golf with the owner […]