"A wife is her husband's richest treasure, a helpmate, a steadying column." -Sirach 36:24 "A gracious wife delights her husband, her thoughtfulness puts flesh on his bones; a gift from the Lord is her governed speech, and her firm virtue is of surpassing worth. Choicest of blessings is a modest ... Read More about Giving without poetry
Humble Handmaid Blog Archives
God’s mercy and the Poky Little Puppy
Gabriel is my own poky little puppy. I'm talking about the head-in-the-clouds, procrastinating, slow-moving, can't-walk-in-a-straight-line-distracted kind of poky. It's been hugely exasperating to me lately. I've really had to pray for patience! In fact, I've kept this gem of a verse up on my ... Read More about God’s mercy and the Poky Little Puppy
These aren’t my kids.
These aren't my kids. I mean--they are. But they aren't. They're God's kids, and they're on loan. He's given me the task of raising them, of helping them to grow in grace and stature into the man and woman He created them to be. I am honored and intimidated at the same ... Read More about These aren’t my kids.
Peace in the seasonal
So often these days, I remind myself that something I am going through is just a season. That trials or suffering in my life won't last forever. I've had to remember that putting a dream or desire or plan of mine on hold for a while doesn't mean I'll never get to do it. I think there's a kind of ... Read More about Peace in the seasonal
Early harvest
Just went outside and found my tomatoes entombed in the trunk of Gabriel's old Radio Flyer bike. With some dirt from the tomato pot. Time for fried green tomatoes? ... Read More about Early harvest
Stories from a warrior wife, and mowing for my marriage
Last weekend I scored some major Cool Wife brownie points with Michael. On Saturday, my friend Susie and I ran a mud run/adventure race called the Warrior Dash. The website describes the race as a "12 obstacles from hell along a 3.21-mile course." The first sentence on the waiver ... Read More about Stories from a warrior wife, and mowing for my marriage
She’s irresistible.
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Read between the Legos
When I'm feeling overwhelmed, I take a deep breath, throw my shoulders back, and remind myself to read between the Legos--and the crusty blobs of rice cereal and last night's spaghetti sauce smeared on the back of my old kitchen chairs. It's not that I don't clean. (And isn't that the mantra ... Read More about Read between the Legos