Summer Song - An instrumental to celebrate the season

So, what season would you say is your favorite?  When asked, I can find things I like about each and every season (yes...even in Alaska), but I tend to cling to our current season with complete joy!  Summer...aaaahhhh.

Maybe it is the return of the light and warmth.  Maybe it is the feeling of satisfaction and dirt under my fingernails after working in my garden.  Maybe it is the thrill of landing a King Salmon on our boat with my family.  Maybe it is the return of color...a glorious contrast to the monotone black and white of the past 6 months!  But really, it is probably because my favorite things in life have always happened in the summer.

We used to travel from the Chicago suburbs in my youth to the mountains of Colorado every summer.  The cool (and less humid) mountain air was a fantastic place to ride stick horses and explore the ponderosa pine forests.  That mountain paradise became home to my family when I was 12, and there we continued to enjoy our summers, and added motorho…

Psalm 121 - From Cradle to Grave

In the Spring of 2012, I met with a couple of friends for a weekly "book club" of sorts.  My daughter was almost 3 years old, and I was very pregnant with our second child.  We had been meeting for a few years, and had read through numerous books written by various authors, usually concerning motherhood, faith, and encouraging suggestions on how to live out faith IN our mothering.  Our young children would play around us as we discussed questions from our study guides.

The book that we spent time in that Spring was A Mom After God's Own Heart by Elizabeth George.  The subtitle she used to describe her book's content was 10 Ways to Love Your Children.  One of those suggested ways was to "Teach Your Children God's Word," living out the encouragement of Deuteronomy 6 to "teach [God's Word] diligently to your children" so that it "shall be in [their] hearts."  As if that wasn't a high enough calling, I was struck by something ve…

Living the Uncovered Art

Excitement is one emotion I'm feeling as I type these first words.  But I'll admit...they are laced with doubt and a "why" question in mind, but hey...that is just fear talking, right?  You see, I wouldn't label myself as a "writer" or even among the very wise.  English was not one of my "comfort zone" subjects in took a lot of work!  So why write??  Well, I pray this blog becomes an answer to a call: To live the art I'm called to offer.

I recently finished a lovely book entitled A Million Little Ways by Emily P. Freeman. About halfway through, daughter asked me what I was reading, and as I tried to explained the soul feeding truths I had been gleaning, she asked me if Emily was my friend.  After giggling a bit, I actually said "yes, yes she is," though I haven't been given the chance to meet her in person (yet!).  You see, the art that Emily lives out is encouragement.  She has a beautiful way of helping her rea…