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Breaking Molds and Taking Numbers
Zachery David Photography When your birthday rolls around every year and I ponder the focus of my post for you, I notice that the opening line in my head is always the same, "Oh, Ruby!" But after I recover from the initial exasperation I feel, I'm eventually able to collect some thoughts. Your dad and... Continue Reading →
This Man
We're still celebrating the gift of this man today. And I've gotten to love this man for 11 years now. On Saturday, we got to hear this man speak at the Memorial Service for the thousands of babies who lost their lives at 4132 Schaefer in Dearborn during the 20 years the facility was in... Continue Reading →
A Father’s Heart
I held it like it was you, that red crochet heart. It hung on my bed post reminding me you were out there, just not here. And how can a 7-year-old reconcile that?Mom said you loved me and I wanted to believe her. But tears soaked my pillow many nights that second grade year, because... Continue Reading →
A Statement of Faith for a Step of Faith
"Our home is a home where hope in Jesus is realized in an atmosphere echoing the grace and love we've received from Him. We aren't perfect, but Jesus is, so we look to Him long and often through His Word and find what we need to get through life in this fallen world. We are... Continue Reading →
These Four Walls
It's a fitting end to our homeschool year. I just got off the phone with the mom of one of Stella's unsaved friends from soccer. She invited us over for a playdate. That phone call was fruit of our feeble attempts to reach out. Well, actually more like Stella's efforts reaching out. She would lie... Continue Reading →
Living in Community
Means crumbs in your couch and satisfied souls! For the record, the latter is definitely worth the clean up of the former. Now just remind me of that during the five o'clock mad dash as we get ready for groups! 🙂 Posted with Blogsy
New Friday Night Tradition…
Camping out in Schaeffer's room!Posted with Blogsy
I Thought I Was Safe
Last week I enjoyed laughing at the comical ways Stella's peers described their moms and thought since I'm the teacher I was safe from those embarrassing exposures. Then Sunday came. Stella's Sunday school teacher had her class fill out one of those handy dandy questionnaires about their moms. Apparently my favorite thing to wear is... Continue Reading →
The Day After
So what happens the day after Mother's Day when another hurdle has been jumped but your brave heart has melted and the hurt is still there and your arms are still empty? And not only are your arms empty but maybe that finger on your left hand is too. And it has been for too... Continue Reading →
Stirring Soup in the Spotlight
It has been said that being a mom is a thankless job. Days are spent doing things no one notices. The paparazzi's not hiding in our bushes to snap pictures of us unloading our screaming kids from the van. No one is dying to interview us on our latest bedtime routine, hoping this one will... Continue Reading →
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BEAST MODE! Ruby getting some pre-game soccer coaching from her Dad  Posted with Blogsy
A Museum of Memories 