After getting home from Indiana, we pretty much just plopped everything down and hung out with our parents the week after the wedding. Not much of anything else was accomplished that week other than visiting with family until they continued on southward for home. Last week,...Read More
Saint John Chrysostom
The big boys have gone to grandma and grandpa’s house for the week. It’s just the four of us. I’m seizing the opportunity to play “little boy games”, reorganizing some areas of the house (areas where it’s not Symeon proofed and some school stuff for the big boys), making time for date nights with Les in the evenings – watching a movie or quizzing him for his upcoming test, and working on writing my presentation for a conference later this summer after Les and the boys have gone to sleep for the night.Read More
The other night, Les decided to go camping in the backyard with our boys after he got home from work. It’s not the first time we’ve gone camping in a tent with them – but it’s only ever been in our backyard. In fact, we’ve intended to take our kids camping in a national park for years…we bought camping stuff and everything. It just never happened because of Les’ work schedule.
I have a birthday coming up. I’ve rarely celebrated my birthday since getting married. Mostly because Les is usually flying…in the Bahamas! (That’s a story unto itself…but it happened three years in a row so I give him a hard time about it every once in awhile! Just sayin’. My older age is making me feel feisty!) As Les is setting up the tent in the backyard, I asked him if we could figure out a way to go camping as my birthday celebration. He immediately loved the idea! Within fifteen minutes, we went from sleeping in a tent in the backyard to packing to go to a state park an hour away from our house.
Les is about to have a crazy schedule all summer since he’s training to fly a new airplane, so we don’t know when or if the opportunity would present itself to go camping again this summer. The moment was now….and we were going to make it happen.Read More
After getting home from Indiana, we pretty much just plopped everything down and hung out with our parents the week after the wedding. Not much of anything else was accomplished that week other than visiting with family until they continued on southward for home. Last week, was all about starting to tackle the “After the Wedding” to do list.Read More
Christ is Risen!
For the past few weeks, I’ve let my blog fall silent. I’ve been quietly thinking about words that were spoken to me about my blogging. In haste, my crushed emotions deleted post after post while crying. In those moments in front of my laptop, I was sure I’d never publish another post about my family ever again. Soon after, two other people also used what they knew about my inner thoughts from my blog against me as well…thinking they knew me better than they did. Thinking my strength was weaker than it is…trying to justify their own actions.Read More
I told my husband last week, “You know that part in Saint John Chrysostom’s Paschal homily where he says, – ‘If any of you have arrived only at the eleventh hour, do not be dismayed for being late. The Master is gracious: He accepts the last even as the first…’ – That’s us this year.”
I’m so off this Lent. I have never missed so many services during Lent in my entire life!
Then I heard my dad whispering in my ear from many years ago, “You could do more.”Read More
This resonates with me on a level I cannot describe. The first time I read this quote from Fr. Thomas Hopko – it left me sitting silent and contemplating it until one of my children came up to me needing something.
My husband would tell you that this could easily be a life motto for me.
I fear that sometimes (okay…oftentimes) people get the wrong impression about me.
Another day has elapsed.
A peace has blanketed my home once again. I find myself staring into the soft glow of my laptop, letting my fingers tap against the keyboard underneath, and reflecting on my day after a failed attempt to lay down and drift off myself. My mind keeps racing as it looks back at our day. And thus…I find myself tucked away in a corner of my room, trying not to wake anyone, as I begin writing once again. Feeling myself unravel as I pour my thoughts and emotions across a screen.Read More
Each year we find ourselves on a journey during Lent. Traveling that long and arduous pilgrimage – focusing on others more than ourselves and realizing it’s much harder than it sounded. After all, going to church at the end of a long day, multiple times during the week becomes weary very quickly as we realize we’re worn out and don’t have much left to give. Giving up some of our favorite foods in order to save money to give to someone else more in need than ourselves is difficult. I worked hard to attain these comforts and I’m not willing to give them up easily! Going to confession is just downright embarrassing and that takes a lot of work to force myself to go. Immediately, our own wants and desires make themselves known and we find ourselves either making excuses for why we didn’t go to church or have to push ourselves to show up. In those moments, we realize it’s much easier to put ourselves first – even before God. We struggle with this realization with differing levels of difficulty but as we attend the Paschal liturgy and listen to the powerful sermon of St. John Chrysostom, we are incredibly thankful for God’s abundant mercies upon us!!!Read More
I’m taking a pregnant break and sitting at my desk for a few moments after spending the day cleaning and prepping for this coming week. I figured I might as well do some computer work while I’m sitting here. As I type this, Symeon is kicking and saying hi to all of you.Read More
I don’t remember the first time I learned about the life of Mother Teresa but it was a long time ago. I sat glued to the photos of her in a magazine as she attended to the sick and infirm, to the poor and unwanted, to the forgotten and alone. I was mesmerized by those pictures – realizing life was more than just acquiring a job and (hopefully) raising a family. It was about helping others. It was about doing the work of God through our own hands.Read More