thoughts from the deep recesses

Thursdays are my weekday off... I strive to stay home on Thursdays. I found when I gave up Fridays off that if I don't commit to just being home on Thursdays, my mental/emotional health suffers. And then my family suffers. So I decided that errands and schtuff could all happen on the other days of the week. Thursdays it's just me and my house. This is how I recharge. I need Thursdays. A favorite feature of my favorite day: I barely get dressed. Having to dress for work every other day of the week (with the exception of Sundays - but that requires dressing for church) makes the one day I can wear my ugly jeans and favorite cardigan and simply throw my hair into a big messy bun a delicious luxury... Thursday I can fiddle around my house and get those nagging little jobs done... the stuff that drives me crazy during my busy work week... For instance: the baseboards in the kitchen that get splattered when the dishwasher is loaded got wiped down this morning. This requires ly...

Lots going on for our little family - May is always crazy - and this month is no exception Savannah has finished up a spring golf season at her high school. She really loved playing (her first time ever.) We borrowed clubs from a friend of ours who played golf for WSU - then I managed to find her a complete set that was the perfect size for $2 50 . Yes . Two dollars and fifty cents. As soon as golf ended, Driver's Ed started. So now I have two teenagers driving. At least finally now when she asks "Can I drive?" (which she's been doing for about two years...) we can legally say yes. Ethan is finishing up his final year at the elementary school and prepping to start junior high in the fall. Lots of 'lasts' happening for us there... our last variety show a couple months ago, our last walk-a-thon next week, our last parent/teacher conference, our last Band and Strings Spectacular. Can't believe that after being at this school since the fall of 2000, our ti...

I often find myself wanting to post... but talking myself out of it because my thoughts are so full I cannot honestly imagine being able to constrict them with words or tame them with grammar. I want to write about anti-consumerism. Being vegan. My kids growing up. The mystery of twenty years of marriage. Africa. Jesus. Aging well. The struggle to grow a career vs. the desire to be home with my family. Tithing. Community. Potential. Weight loss/maintenance. In the past I've been able to write things out and find some personal clarity on tough topics. Lately, writing has begun to start feeling too committal... like I'm hesitant to declare too much for fear that the declarations made will need to be altered with the passage of time. I guess I feel like the older I get the stronger my conviction that the only sure thing is the gospel. How the gospel impacts my life has changed so much over the years... my response to Jesus' love for me looks radically different than it d...