My heart is alive because of Jesus. I adore my hilariously thoughtful husband and my 4 rascally boys. I delight in poetry, laughter and London Fogs.
We welcomed in the pediatrician on-call the morning after Finn was born to learn that the Port Wine stains we had been informed about the day before, due to their extent and location {particularly over the forehead and eye}, indicated the possibility of a neurological disorder entitled Sturge-Weber Syndrome; if there were “stains” on the brain, … More There is No Normal.
One day. Amazing how all of life can change in one day. Just two weeks ago Tuesday, Marshall and I dropped our three boys with my parents in anticipation of our baby boy arriving the next morning. We went out for sushi and talked about all the ways life has shifted and changed since our … More Marked for a Purpose
For each of my boys, I have prayed. Prayed for a lot of things… Prayed for their health and their safe delivery, prayed that they would grow in wisdom and in compassion and strength and love, prayed that they would know Jesus as their best friend, prayed for the friends they will walk with through … More What’s in a word?
He is eight. EIGHT years old. Crazy to believe I have been a mama for 8 years. This little one has caused me joy, wonder, grief, tears, despair, ridiculous amounts of laughter and hope, and pushed me toward Jesus more times than I can count. He has a strong spirit, a leader’s heart, a sharp … More This guy.
A year ago August, our family was serving on assignment at Malibu, a Young Life Camp in Canada, and the blog was just taking shape. After full days of adventuring around camp, digging up crabs, laughing and crying and melting down {my boys, not me of course} and doing life in the most lovely community … More Labor and Delivery
It was months ago that I showed up at a gargantuan church just a half hour from my home, to volunteer at the first of many stops on Beth Moore’s current speaking tour. I was placed in the overflow room with some dear friends also involved with Young Life, so that we might be available … More Thirsty
I have a wise and wonderful friend who works on the front lines of reconciliation and has taught me multitudes since our days first meeting as college freshmen. I recently got to steal a few precious hours with her while she was in town and she shared a word that had been imparted to her … More Victim
Three years ago, a little man by the name of Wesley Maclean Jamieson was born to make us a family of five. He immediately captured us with his joy and and has not ceased stealing hearts since. Just a few months into his life, before his personality had really begun … More Joy Boy
My relationship with Jesus did not really begin to dive deep in a rubber-meets-the-road way until college. I remember late night talks of faith with friends, pondering how one hears from God, how to pray without feeling like you are talking to a wall, feeling overwhelmed by the bible and what to read, wondering how to … More Grace and Truth
I was awoken at 4:30 am by a damp, handsome little man who had too much juice before bed. Oops. Last day of summer party backfired in that one small way… a rinse ensued; a makeshift bed was made; I hopped back under my own sheets but by then my mind had begun to run. … More Fight for the Write
THE TETHERING PLACE 