Much of what I do as a mom can feel trivial. And yet, I am not building with straw and hay, but with the eternal materials of grace and love. This work endures far beyond one season.

Winter groans like an old, achy house wanting to stretch but unsure how. Our spirits follow suit, longing for the newness of spring. Nostalgia nudging our souls, we count the days until the ground, thoroughly warmed by the sun, coaxes wildflowers out from their hibernation. At the first hint of “petrichor” — that wet, earthy […]

It’s easy to wonder where the fire of my youth went, until I peer into the eyes of my children. There’s a flicker in them — rising, growing, dancing in their imaginations…

We’ve discovered a sweet offset — that the balances are bent in our favor. The more we hike, the greater the hiking becomes. Here are 4 ways we’ve taught our kids to love family hikes.

Over twelve and a half hours and 197 miles, we began a new family hobby that will direct our minds and hearts toward our Creator.

They slow at every whirling pool where water wraps itself around the rocks. My children look free within the bounds of this river. Without these boundaries, it all falls apart…