photo credit here Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? Isaiah 43:19 May the new life all around mirror the miracle of new life within …
you know things. you know things about babies and how they should act. you remind the babies of these things. you know things about parents and how you can get them to fudge on silly rules about bedtimes and treats and the like. you learn fast how to use these things to...
at long last, tears of joy. a tiny new one whose name was chosen because it means “my joy is found.” welcome to the world: Bayo Shalom Drake Beasley born June 22, 2011 at 12:32 am 8 pounds, 6 ounces of pure muscle 20 inches loved a sweet baby boy, wrinkled and sleepy,...
photo credit here it’s a catch phrase we use – with a wink and a smile – when we’ve put on a couple of pounds. pair it with an elbow bounced against husband’s ribs and a playful swing of the hips and you get the picture. but what if those pounds aren’t just the chocolate croissant...
“I only deepen the wound of a hurting world when I neglect to give thanks.” Ann Voskamp from One Thousand Gifts she is joy personified. she welcomes, breathless with excitement, each new moment of the day. she feasts on kisses, is free with her hugs. she is so...
Before revealing today’s giveaway winner — a gift to all, via Youtube. A video that combines both the spirit of the Bane Bane Game and the attitude of worship in everyday places that we have pursued this week. When was the last time you heard the adulation “King of...
Dear birthday boy Bane, did you know that your birthday was really special this year? that you had a party … and all your little buddies came … and lots of other people, too … and they wore silly hats … (even your Grandmother and Grandfather...
photo credit here cemeteries aren’t for smiling. crying? absolutely. sniffling? sure. tearing out of hair and gnashing of teeth? I can imagine. but not smiling. except for this one day … night, actually. I was, clichéd but true, “in the neighborhood,” attending visitation at a funeral home...
photo credit here This post, pulled from a crackling phone line in a conversation with Sonya … who, like all of us — and yet, not quite like most of us — has good days and bad. This story starts on one of the bad … i couldn’t eat my food. could not touch one bite. ...
i spoke with my friend Sonya twice today. the first was hard. with our kiddos napping, we let a phone line pretend to give us a real connection … i listened as she talked about amazing things — things that Banebow is doing that i’m still trying to process so that i can report...
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